[He watches Joshua's movement, those fingers playing against the tip of the spoon. Luca's lips press into a thin line. He tries his best to muffle the faint wave of grief that overcomes him. Not over Clive, but for Joshua, who now suffers. What he wouldn't give, to grant that clemency to him.]
Whatever he means to me, and he does mean... so very much. But you are his brother. I can only imagine that your grief is tenfold compared to my own. It does not feel fair.
[His arms slide around himself, clawed fingers toying at his sides. He tries to avoid digging in, lest he wind up with more scars.]
Not that I am not grateful for my own experiences. What I saw... what I remembered... I have no doubt that I am in a far better position than I ever was. But I can still lament how unbalanced it feels.
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[He watches Joshua's movement, those fingers playing against the tip of the spoon. Luca's lips press into a thin line. He tries his best to muffle the faint wave of grief that overcomes him. Not over Clive, but for Joshua, who now suffers. What he wouldn't give, to grant that clemency to him.]
Whatever he means to me, and he does mean... so very much. But you are his brother. I can only imagine that your grief is tenfold compared to my own. It does not feel fair.
[His arms slide around himself, clawed fingers toying at his sides. He tries to avoid digging in, lest he wind up with more scars.]
Not that I am not grateful for my own experiences. What I saw... what I remembered... I have no doubt that I am in a far better position than I ever was. But I can still lament how unbalanced it feels.