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*Wants to hug the pitiful grannyman 'ruku now*
She grew still as he spoke up, she knew he'd always had so much on his shoulders and everything always made him so touchy, but she didn't realize how bad he'd fallen apart without anything to hold onto. When those words floated by so random on the breeze she turned to face him, no cheerful attitude to try and lift his spirits, just the honest truth in her voice, "That's where you're wrong..." she said softly as she studied him. So many times she'd tried to show him that she was there if he ever needed someone, though she knew he'd probably rather talk to an adder than her, she could only keep trying. .
She tilted her head off in the direction of their ruined world as she spoke on, "There may be nothing for you 'out there'.. if that's what you believe, but here is nothing like 'out there'..." She paused for a moment as she felt her heart go out to her cousin, so long ago he'd seemed to start crumbling around the edges and now.. it was like he'd been left in ruins along with their old world. She shook her head sadly as she tried to show him that there was something here for him. "Oh Laruku... what did life do to you.." she said softly.
The girl with the moonshine pelt sat beside her cousin, both of them had suffered through so much, different and yet the same but she couldn't understand why he couldn't find something to cling to, something to live for when there was so much out there.. even the stupidist thing was worth something if it mattered to you. She turned back to him as she said firmly, "You've got family here..." she looked down at him, so dejected and empty. She wished that there was something he wanted in this world, something worthwhile to him, but she couldn't make him want.. she couldn't make him need anything. All she could do was let him know. "I'm here.. even if you don't want me.." she said as she gazed down at her paws.
She was ashamed for all the times she'd just walked past him when he'd seemed to no care about anything, how she'd never said a thing or asked how he was. She wished that he hadn't been so bristled, so distant from them all. He never wanted them to care, atleast that was how he always seemed and she'd backed away and let him have his space, of course that was after he'd given her reason to back away, her ear the tattered proof of her own folly at thinking he could or would want to be worried about. "I'm still here for you." she said softly, almost wistful as she finally raised her eyes up to look at him.
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