[ He smiles when Taair starts laughing, turning away from the water just to share in his laughter a little.
If that's the only laugh he gets out of him tonight, he'll consider that a win. ]
Maybe I can start, then.
[ He doesn't mind, if it helps, though his voice is still mostly soft and thoughtful. ]
... Though it's kind of difficult. In my mind, I wonder what the point of talking about it even is. It's incredibly frustrating watching others suffer without being able to do anything about it, but talking about the fact that it's painful isn't really going to change anything.
[ he is still smiling a little when he settles again, and it helps. a tiny bit of lightness, a tiny bit of warmth - it eases the way, and he tucks the blanket a little closer around himself and just takes the chance to listen. ]
...No. [ softly, in agreement. ] No, it doesn't.
Action changes things. But... when you're trapped, what actions can you take? You sit with the sadness, instead, but... the more that we sit with it, the larger and larger it grows, until it becomes a harder burden to bear.
The only real remedy for grief is time. And... I've not even gotten to say goodbye to her, yet. [ a pause, as the mention comes back around to neverah - his shoulders shift, downwards, and he curls in a little further. ] Though... it hardly feels that way. She's been gone, now. Since Thursday, and I never even realized.
That's not your fault. We can hardly resist the magic that drives us to murder, much less the magic designed to be subtle enough that we can't notice anything awry.
[ He shakes his head. ]
But... I don't know. You're right. I don't think there is an easy remedy for grief. But there isn't a need to be.
You don't need to cure it, just make it easier to bear.
No - but it does not make it any less frustrating.
[ on both counts, in that regard. taair really gets mad or frustrated - even now, he just sounds more resigned than anything - but it is frustrating. to be blinkered, to not be able to see something coming when it hits you with a metaphorical train. ]
Mm. Like we talked about before. Looking up at the stars. Out at the horizon. [ a pause. he shifts a little bit closer, willingly, the physical contact more necessary than he really knows. ] Spend time with our friends, and share our burdens. That must be the secret to talking about it, don't you think?
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If that's the only laugh he gets out of him tonight, he'll consider that a win. ]
Maybe I can start, then.
[ He doesn't mind, if it helps, though his voice is still mostly soft and thoughtful. ]
... Though it's kind of difficult. In my mind, I wonder what the point of talking about it even is. It's incredibly frustrating watching others suffer without being able to do anything about it, but talking about the fact that it's painful isn't really going to change anything.
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...No. [ softly, in agreement. ] No, it doesn't.
Action changes things. But... when you're trapped, what actions can you take? You sit with the sadness, instead, but... the more that we sit with it, the larger and larger it grows, until it becomes a harder burden to bear.
The only real remedy for grief is time. And... I've not even gotten to say goodbye to her, yet. [ a pause, as the mention comes back around to neverah - his shoulders shift, downwards, and he curls in a little further. ] Though... it hardly feels that way. She's been gone, now. Since Thursday, and I never even realized.
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[ He shakes his head. ]
But... I don't know. You're right. I don't think there is an easy remedy for grief. But there isn't a need to be.
You don't need to cure it, just make it easier to bear.
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[ on both counts, in that regard. taair really gets mad or frustrated - even now, he just sounds more resigned than anything - but it is frustrating. to be blinkered, to not be able to see something coming when it hits you with a metaphorical train. ]
Mm. Like we talked about before. Looking up at the stars. Out at the horizon. [ a pause. he shifts a little bit closer, willingly, the physical contact more necessary than he really knows. ] Spend time with our friends, and share our burdens. That must be the secret to talking about it, don't you think?
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Or so I'm told. [ Hehe. He'll lean back against Taair. ] I'm sorry you're hurting, friend. I wish I could make it easier for you.