[ So much for that small bit of relief he'd felt in the two children at least having each other.
There's nothing he can do as he watches the young Nehan desperately try and help the sickly boy. He can only stand there, hands balled into fists at his sides, as he turns his head away with a grimace when the boy finally passes. It sinks his heart into the pits of his stomach. After all, doesn't he know this feeling almost too well? The helplessness, the quiet pleading, the dark thoughts that that twist grief into guilt.
He knows it's pointless to try, but that doesn't stop him from forcing his legs to move, to carry him toward that small child in order to crouch down in front of him. It's no use when he reaches out in an attempt to wipe away tears, his hand passing through the image, but Aventurine still does it.
He'll stay there for as long as he can, listening to the boy sob as if wanting to share in the anguish. ]
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There's nothing he can do as he watches the young Nehan desperately try and help the sickly boy. He can only stand there, hands balled into fists at his sides, as he turns his head away with a grimace when the boy finally passes. It sinks his heart into the pits of his stomach. After all, doesn't he know this feeling almost too well? The helplessness, the quiet pleading, the dark thoughts that that twist grief into guilt.
He knows it's pointless to try, but that doesn't stop him from forcing his legs to move, to carry him toward that small child in order to crouch down in front of him. It's no use when he reaches out in an attempt to wipe away tears, his hand passing through the image, but Aventurine still does it.
He'll stay there for as long as he can, listening to the boy sob as if wanting to share in the anguish. ]