[ Callous or not, it's a great relief to Reynir that she reacts in this way; his worry dissipates in a moment and he's back to unfettered cheer, grinning and shaking his head at all those people. It isn't as if he went around telling people about awful things that had happened to him, or even within his own lifetime - then an expression of sympathy and sadness would be understandable.
But the fall of the Old World had happened before his parents were born. It's not that he doesn't care, but... it's just history. History is shitty and sad. He's pretty sure that was true even before the Illness. ]
Well - I, I know it's not my fault, it just makes it hard to - make friends you know, I have to watch what I say and I've never been very good at that and it's like. Total minefield.
[ He huffs a dramatically exasperated sigh, but then beams at her. The implication being that it is a relief, that she is clearly not so sensitive. ]
What's your world like?
[ Reynir is still interested in the answer, even as they turn a corner in the maze and come upon a little open space, covered in the greenest, springiest-looking moss Reynir has ever seen. He lets out a little ooh and quickly crouches down to run a hand over it, delighted by it. ]
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[ Callous or not, it's a great relief to Reynir that she reacts in this way; his worry dissipates in a moment and he's back to unfettered cheer, grinning and shaking his head at all those people. It isn't as if he went around telling people about awful things that had happened to him, or even within his own lifetime - then an expression of sympathy and sadness would be understandable.
But the fall of the Old World had happened before his parents were born. It's not that he doesn't care, but... it's just history. History is shitty and sad. He's pretty sure that was true even before the Illness. ]
Well - I, I know it's not my fault, it just makes it hard to - make friends you know, I have to watch what I say and I've never been very good at that and it's like. Total minefield.
[ He huffs a dramatically exasperated sigh, but then beams at her. The implication being that it is a relief, that she is clearly not so sensitive. ]
What's your world like?
[ Reynir is still interested in the answer, even as they turn a corner in the maze and come upon a little open space, covered in the greenest, springiest-looking moss Reynir has ever seen. He lets out a little ooh and quickly crouches down to run a hand over it, delighted by it. ]