Lavi watches -- not from the sidelines like he's used to, but from Karlach -- her emotions weigh on his chest, hot and heavy and so very familiar, her rage and grief and the emptiness at having achieved something that has not given any measure of absolution in return, and he feels like screaming at the moment she does.
This is her, and the next part is familiar too -- bundling all the pain away for the sake of moving on, for the purpose of protecting something else, even though nothing is resolved for you still. he breathes in deep as the memory recedes. how simple it seemed when Karlach had told him Gortash's fate. He'd been glad to hear that he died. But now it makes sense, why his name was spelled out as a regret.]
...Kar.
[a beat of silence, it's not affection week but he'll reach out all the same, taking her wrist and avoiding her injured hand, but holding all the same,]
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Lavi watches -- not from the sidelines like he's used to, but from Karlach -- her emotions weigh on his chest, hot and heavy and so very familiar, her rage and grief and the emptiness at having achieved something that has not given any measure of absolution in return, and he feels like screaming at the moment she does.
This is her, and the next part is familiar too -- bundling all the pain away for the sake of moving on, for the purpose of protecting something else, even though nothing is resolved for you still. he breathes in deep as the memory recedes. how simple it seemed when Karlach had told him Gortash's fate. He'd been glad to hear that he died. But now it makes sense, why his name was spelled out as a regret.]
...Kar.
[a beat of silence, it's not affection week but he'll reach out all the same, taking her wrist and avoiding her injured hand, but holding all the same,]
I'm sorry.