[ and he observes, the presence of tears unmistakable. his son rarely permits himself to show this emotion (and may have learned from dad, too, who likely perceive tears as weakness), so viren can only imagine the sort of pain he holds. he's lost again as to what's being spoken of, and still recognizes how fruitless prying would be at this point. but somewhere along the line, as he comforts himself, he believes that this must have been ... necessary.
his head ducks again, and almost a whisper, ]
You made your choice.
[ he'll miss it, too. ]
[ so his tone's heavy to match the weight of sadness he feels in his chest. his claws dig into the fabric covering his knees. so many years ago he would never have thought that his family would fracture, and break, so decisively. ]
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his head ducks again, and almost a whisper, ]
You made your choice.
[ he'll miss it, too. ]
[ so his tone's heavy to match the weight of sadness he feels in his chest. his claws dig into the fabric covering his knees. so many years ago he would never have thought that his family would fracture, and break, so decisively. ]