The words come blurting out, kneejerk instinctive condolence, and then they’re just sitting there with it.
What a weird thing. At least with death, there’s a concrete feeling, a measurable grief; you know they’re gone, you can bury them and eventually move on. Astrid’s heard rifters come and go, so presumably there’s that infinitesimal thread of hope that they’ll come back someday, but she hasn’t really encountered it much herself. Loki was a friend, briefly, but that’s not much. Clarisse is the first rifter she’s really gotten to know.
Clarisse, too, could up and vanish someday.
“Are you the ‘talk about your feelings’ kind of person or, like, ‘punch things about it’ kind or ‘let’s just avoid it please’? Because I can go with whichever.”
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The words come blurting out, kneejerk instinctive condolence, and then they’re just sitting there with it.
What a weird thing. At least with death, there’s a concrete feeling, a measurable grief; you know they’re gone, you can bury them and eventually move on. Astrid’s heard rifters come and go, so presumably there’s that infinitesimal thread of hope that they’ll come back someday, but she hasn’t really encountered it much herself. Loki was a friend, briefly, but that’s not much. Clarisse is the first rifter she’s really gotten to know.
Clarisse, too, could up and vanish someday.
“Are you the ‘talk about your feelings’ kind of person or, like, ‘punch things about it’ kind or ‘let’s just avoid it please’? Because I can go with whichever.”