It's alright. More tears spill down the boy's face as he watches the little cat place their paw against the empty, empty mirror. As if keeping him company. Is he lonely where he is...?
"I don't..." Federico scrubs at his face, his breath hitching. The tears are getting on the paper. That'll mess it up... "When Mamma and PapĂ died, I cried like this a little. But then...then I became an Executor like them, and then I wouldn't have to cry anymore. Crying doesn't- doesn't fix anything." Things hurt less at a distance, when he didn't understand it. Even his Amita passing was overshadowed by determination, to bring in Arturia for causing it-
But for Gerald? Clement? Sunday? He was right there. He should have been able to stop it. But...
"Failure, I suppose. I-It hurts. Sunday was my friend, I should have been able to- to..." He doesn't know what he could have done. And yet it still hurts.
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"I don't..." Federico scrubs at his face, his breath hitching. The tears are getting on the paper. That'll mess it up... "When Mamma and PapĂ died, I cried like this a little. But then...then I became an Executor like them, and then I wouldn't have to cry anymore. Crying doesn't- doesn't fix anything." Things hurt less at a distance, when he didn't understand it. Even his Amita passing was overshadowed by determination, to bring in Arturia for causing it-
But for Gerald? Clement? Sunday? He was right there. He should have been able to stop it. But...
"Failure, I suppose. I-It hurts. Sunday was my friend, I should have been able to- to..." He doesn't know what he could have done. And yet it still hurts.