[More listening. More nods. Patient, as this seemed like a very heavy subject for Frieda.
Sunny could tell - he knew what the weight felt like. How hard it was to force yourself to speak.
So he listened to how she was involved in all of this, how the power she spoke of was somehow in the ‘wrong hands’…
But… they were dead. What was there to be done about things left in the wake of their passing? They couldn’t console, couldn’t change anything where they came from… was that what the Ferryman meant? To let go?
Sunny’s expression didn’t change as he thought, but his gaze drifted - first to the ground beneath them, then to the illuminated walls, then… back to Frieda. He forced himself to speak.]
You’re… kind… [He shook his head, unsure of how to put it into words. If everyone on that island was like Frieda… but they weren’t, were they? That was where her fear came from. So… they could only hope that the people left behind would be able to weather whatever came next.]
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Sunny could tell - he knew what the weight felt like. How hard it was to force yourself to speak.
So he listened to how she was involved in all of this, how the power she spoke of was somehow in the ‘wrong hands’…
But… they were dead. What was there to be done about things left in the wake of their passing? They couldn’t console, couldn’t change anything where they came from… was that what the Ferryman meant? To let go?
Sunny’s expression didn’t change as he thought, but his gaze drifted - first to the ground beneath them, then to the illuminated walls, then… back to Frieda. He forced himself to speak.]
You’re… kind… [He shook his head, unsure of how to put it into words. If everyone on that island was like Frieda… but they weren’t, were they? That was where her fear came from. So… they could only hope that the people left behind would be able to weather whatever came next.]