[ it's a lot, he realizes. there's a lot going on here. of course there is—there's a god involved, and brilith just said that she's died multiple times. he can't begin to process half of what she's disclosed. zenitsu is speechless.
slowly, he straightens. he can't begin to fathom how being loved could be a curse, not when he's coveted love from others all his life. he lacks the experience and wisdom to speak on this matter, so he says nothing as he pads over to brilith.
it's not the same as dealing with girls his age. when girls cry, he can coo and ask them what's wrong and hold them. grownups are different. even so, he looks at brilith with a worried furrow in his brow before reaching for her hand.
maybe it won't do anything. maybe he'll just make her mood worse. still, he wants to reach out and convey that her story has touched him. he doesn't know what to say, but he can do this as he thinks. ]
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slowly, he straightens. he can't begin to fathom how being loved could be a curse, not when he's coveted love from others all his life. he lacks the experience and wisdom to speak on this matter, so he says nothing as he pads over to brilith.
it's not the same as dealing with girls his age. when girls cry, he can coo and ask them what's wrong and hold them. grownups are different. even so, he looks at brilith with a worried furrow in his brow before reaching for her hand.
maybe it won't do anything. maybe he'll just make her mood worse. still, he wants to reach out and convey that her story has touched him. he doesn't know what to say, but he can do this as he thinks. ]