[Hope draws in a deep breath, thankful for the inability to see his face right now.]
Lightning, I'm... sorry.
[It doesn't matter where or when Lightning's from. Her love for her younger sister is as clear a fact as the blue in the sky. Now it's gone grey, and he can't help but ache in sympathy. Empathy. All of it.]
{ filtered voice to lightning & noel | 8th, evening }
Lightning, I'm... sorry.
[It doesn't matter where or when Lightning's from. Her love for her younger sister is as clear a fact as the blue in the sky. Now it's gone grey, and he can't help but ache in sympathy. Empathy. All of it.]