"It's something," Bene mutters, lowering his hands to look down at his bowl with a grimace instead.
"How does someone even begin to make that right?" He picks up his fork again and stirs the remnants around, his appetite gone. "Even if I had a sending crystal, or wrote notes, or... no one would want to hear it. And I think they'd be right."
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Date: 2020-08-28 08:52 pm (UTC)"How does someone even begin to make that right?" He picks up his fork again and stirs the remnants around, his appetite gone.
"Even if I had a sending crystal, or wrote notes, or... no one would want to hear it. And I think they'd be right."