[ Rem takes her seat and pours some wine into her glass, even if she's not here to drink. It's more a show of solidarity, and holding the stem of the glass gives her idle hands something to do as she mulls over how to respond.
It's difficult to respond, she realizes, when she doesn't know all that much about the man. He's someone quite ancient, once a leader of... some kind, with a past in which he had sparsely expressed both frustration and regret. He can send the souls of the dead on. Now, he's in a body that is new, with a face that only happens to resemble the one of his past.
And she wonders if anyone else has the same fate, or if he's been alone in his world the entire time, with none other of his past with whom to confide. Being so long-lived must be isolating. ]
Rough day, mm? Or just missing someone? [ She guesses softly, offering a sympathetic smile that lasts no longer than a flicker of a second. Rem's fingers spin the base of her glass once.]
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It's difficult to respond, she realizes, when she doesn't know all that much about the man. He's someone quite ancient, once a leader of... some kind, with a past in which he had sparsely expressed both frustration and regret. He can send the souls of the dead on. Now, he's in a body that is new, with a face that only happens to resemble the one of his past.
And she wonders if anyone else has the same fate, or if he's been alone in his world the entire time, with none other of his past with whom to confide. Being so long-lived must be isolating. ]
Rough day, mm? Or just missing someone? [ She guesses softly, offering a sympathetic smile that lasts no longer than a flicker of a second. Rem's fingers spin the base of her glass once.]