[ Without thinking, Bellamy reaches over to take her hand and squeeze it tightly. There's an echo of pain between them, faint, but underscoring the freshness of Anakin's loss. He doesn't know how to offer comfort, other than the most immediate and simplest of avenues. ]
I wish it was different.
[ He's never said that out loud, though it's not the first time he's made that particular wish. ]
We can talk about something else, if you want. Something easier.
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I wish it was different.
[ He's never said that out loud, though it's not the first time he's made that particular wish. ]
We can talk about something else, if you want. Something easier.