Animus glances toward Vae, his heart aching to see her in such pain. And I caused it. What could he say, what could he do, to help make any of it right? And yet, how could he not at least try? Even if maybe it would only make things worse.
single tear drips down his cheek as he slowly picks himself up, half-scuttling over to her. He wanted to say something, anything, but his throat locks up, and he simply doesn't have the energy to fight it. Instead, he gently rests a hand on her shoulder. Just giving her his presence.
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