( it's an uneasy task, to try and comfort a girl over the death of someone she cared about when he's already died and somehow is still living, still existing, and has no idea how. why would ALASTAIR choose to save him, let him live again, and let another man fall? one that had already died before he'd even arrived, just as the huntsman himself had?
he doesn't have those answers. he doesn't have any answers. he hates the guilt she lays at her own feet, as if a girl her age should possibly be responsible for the life and death of a man surrounded by danger. it made no sense, yet he had no doubt it made perfect sense to Sieglinde. )
This wasn't your fault, Sieglinde.
( his grip seems unforgivingly tight on such a tiny frame, and maybe in a better moment he would realize that. they're not in a better moment. they're about as far from better as they can get. )
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he doesn't have those answers. he doesn't have any answers. he hates the guilt she lays at her own feet, as if a girl her age should possibly be responsible for the life and death of a man surrounded by danger. it made no sense, yet he had no doubt it made perfect sense to Sieglinde. )
This wasn't your fault, Sieglinde.
( his grip seems unforgivingly tight on such a tiny frame, and maybe in a better moment he would realize that. they're not in a better moment. they're about as far from better as they can get. )