[Nodding, he struggles to his feet once more from the chair, using his stick to reach the side of the bed and then to hold onto the rail to steady himself once more. But before he takes the pouch out, Ajax reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it once, voice soft with a sad smile.]
Hey.
[The eyes that look back at her, though dimmer now, still convey an understanding of what's happening. He knows that she'd rather not have this back, that she'd want to go back to having a normal life without shades of the past living inside them. Without fear of losing who they were, or from losing loved ones. Without placing burdens on others.
He's sorry that this has to happen, and that it's happening to her. If Ajax could, he'd shield it all from her, but he knows he can't.
So the process has to continue, letting his hand fall from her shoulder and saying nothing more. It reaches into his jacket to produce the pouch once more, and the glove is returned to his hand to begin to crush each crystal one by one, slowly, to not overwhelm her.]
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Hey.
[The eyes that look back at her, though dimmer now, still convey an understanding of what's happening. He knows that she'd rather not have this back, that she'd want to go back to having a normal life without shades of the past living inside them. Without fear of losing who they were, or from losing loved ones. Without placing burdens on others.
He's sorry that this has to happen, and that it's happening to her. If Ajax could, he'd shield it all from her, but he knows he can't.
So the process has to continue, letting his hand fall from her shoulder and saying nothing more. It reaches into his jacket to produce the pouch once more, and the glove is returned to his hand to begin to crush each crystal one by one, slowly, to not overwhelm her.]