[ Reynir doesn't ask if Väinö had died when the kade infected the town. Of course he had died. Everyone had died. But it's awful in a new way for Reynir, thinking of someone that young, someone who had just been starting out in the world, gone so senselessly. His mind shies away from that; Onni's got enough on his plate without Reynir adding any sadness into the mix.
Quietly, he says: ]
He seemed really nice. [ A beat, and then, unable to resist, Reynir adds, with warmth and half a laugh in his voice: ] Really infatuated with you.
[ He hesitates a moment, swallowing. There is no right thing to say, in a situation like this. Onni has lost so much, and there's not any words in any language that Reynir could string together to change that. He can't really make that loss any better. But he wants to at least avoid getting any salt in the wound. ]
...Your village was a beautiful place. I would've liked to have seen it.
[ He had seen it, of course, but just the ruins. Just the empty broken shells of buildings, and the tombstones, and the vegetation growing wild. ]
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Quietly, he says: ]
He seemed really nice. [ A beat, and then, unable to resist, Reynir adds, with warmth and half a laugh in his voice: ] Really infatuated with you.
[ He hesitates a moment, swallowing. There is no right thing to say, in a situation like this. Onni has lost so much, and there's not any words in any language that Reynir could string together to change that. He can't really make that loss any better. But he wants to at least avoid getting any salt in the wound. ]
...Your village was a beautiful place. I would've liked to have seen it.
[ He had seen it, of course, but just the ruins. Just the empty broken shells of buildings, and the tombstones, and the vegetation growing wild. ]