The silence is agonising and comforting in the same moment; Algric thinks he hears the sea washing it in and out. He walks with Martin, allowing numbness to sink in. It's better than the horrific guilt, even if it does drain all the colour from him.
He almost doesn't hear that suggestion. Does blink over at his twin for a long moment, not opposed, just ... trying to resurface. "The one we always go to," he echoes, "after visiting her. All - all right."
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Date: 2020-12-22 12:26 am (UTC)He almost doesn't hear that suggestion. Does blink over at his twin for a long moment, not opposed, just ... trying to resurface. "The one we always go to," he echoes, "after visiting her. All - all right."