[His eyes shift to one side, then the other; he's not quite willing to look at Polnareff directly for the moment. It's too . . . too many things. Shame is in there, but it's not the only things. Grief. There's so much grief.]
Terrifying.
[A low murmur, and then he sits next to Polnareff, his back straight, posture perfect. He folds all of his hands in his lap, very careful not to touch at all.]
. . . Bad things happen here. People hurt. I can't help them.
[Which is all he needs to say, he's sure. From that, Polnareff will understand, because in that, the urge to protect, they are very, very similar.]
[With the next question, he looks even more fiercely at the ground.]
no subject
Terrifying.
[A low murmur, and then he sits next to Polnareff, his back straight, posture perfect. He folds all of his hands in his lap, very careful not to touch at all.]
. . . Bad things happen here. People hurt. I can't help them.
[Which is all he needs to say, he's sure. From that, Polnareff will understand, because in that, the urge to protect, they are very, very similar.]
[With the next question, he looks even more fiercely at the ground.]
Are you afraid of me?