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[Laruku Tears]

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To someone else, a stranger, it may not have been an explanation at all, but Laruku nodded. It was easy for him to understand because he was doing the same. Clouded Tears was dead and he was dead with it. It was what everyone was probably believing anyway and he was comfortable enough with that idea. As this new place became conquered and claimed, maybe they would find him and try to wrestle a reason why out of him, but until then, he didn't have to deal with... anything. Grim contentedness and the hollow feeling from before sat in the pit of his stomach. Life had become such an abstract concept; what was he supposed to do with anything now? Purposeless wanderers with no homes -- what to do, what to do?



The question caught him off guard and he flinched for one reason or another. Red eyes looked up, then down again, and he swallowed. Some of it, he said quietly, almost painfully. The hybrid didn't remember how, why, or who had started anything, or even the alcohol they must have had. But he remembered feeling better than he had in months, years; he remembered feeling wanted and safe and a thousand other stupid emotions that someone else had taken away from him. He remembered feeling good. And he remembered waking up and the thousand other emotions that he had never wanted in the first place and all of the regret and regret and regret. But god, he missed the warmth. He missed it, but he couldn't say it. Never again, they'd already promised. Never again.

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