Executor....Federico. Pauses. "...Resentment is not something I am personally experienced with. Forgive me for speaking of it." To overcome it...how does one even do that?
Still he listens, and grows thoughtful. "I...see." He thinks of a burnt flower, carefully preserved in a glass monastery bell. How it was not enough tor the Gardner, but to Federico...
The flower didn't actively hurt him, however. Not like this.
"So a sentimental keepsake." He thinks of his mother and father's firearms, kept safely in Avuncle's study. How it pained him to look upon them, and yet he refused to remove them. "My...sympathies for your loss. However, is there not a way to cleanse the harmful energy from the bells?" His wings twitch, as if catching himself. "I...cannot speak for those who are dead. But. You loved her. She likely loved you. Loved ones...do not wish for their dear ones to hurt."
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Still he listens, and grows thoughtful. "I...see." He thinks of a burnt flower, carefully preserved in a glass monastery bell. How it was not enough tor the Gardner, but to Federico...
The flower didn't actively hurt him, however. Not like this.
"So a sentimental keepsake." He thinks of his mother and father's firearms, kept safely in Avuncle's study. How it pained him to look upon them, and yet he refused to remove them. "My...sympathies for your loss. However, is there not a way to cleanse the harmful energy from the bells?" His wings twitch, as if catching himself. "I...cannot speak for those who are dead. But. You loved her. She likely loved you. Loved ones...do not wish for their dear ones to hurt."