[ as he speaks, marta does her best to piece the puzzles together. mu must be what he is — a species? a designation? — and from what she can tell they must be fairly powerful if none before him have ever died naturally before. it sounds as close to immortality as marta currently knows it. something must have happened to necessitate blue's use of power, and to that extent — not once, but twice. might it have something to do with the regret that brought him here? that's purely conjecture at this point, and it's not as if that really matters. what does matter is that he's here now, slowly breaking down. ]
Maybe, [ she murmurs in quiet response. ] But things can be mended, too. Healed. It's just a matter of knowing how.
[ marta isn't foolish enough to speak in absolutes, not while she remains so wholly in the dark about a lot of blue's circumstance. but she has never known the harm in injecting a little hope, if however futile it may well end up being in the long run. ]
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Maybe, [ she murmurs in quiet response. ] But things can be mended, too. Healed. It's just a matter of knowing how.
[ marta isn't foolish enough to speak in absolutes, not while she remains so wholly in the dark about a lot of blue's circumstance. but she has never known the harm in injecting a little hope, if however futile it may well end up being in the long run. ]