[There urge to go wading into that low, sinking void is intoxicating - tempting. It's good to feel things and to know them openly. Maybe there's a narrow masochistic streak in him where he just wants to furrow deeper in that echo of Sam's grief as a means of sharing. It's good to be seen, even if it's while miserable. Isn't it?
It helps that some of the frantic scrabbling has leveled off. Somewhere in Bearings, Carata must have her hand at the back of Nirad's neck to steady him.]
( Sorry. )
[For lots of things. It's not fair that Sam's here or that people keep going to sleep or that he knows anything like that it's like to lose a person. All those things are sad.]
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It helps that some of the frantic scrabbling has leveled off. Somewhere in Bearings, Carata must have her hand at the back of Nirad's neck to steady him.]
( Sorry. )
[For lots of things. It's not fair that Sam's here or that people keep going to sleep or that he knows anything like that it's like to lose a person. All those things are sad.]