[The words are quiet but vehement and frustrated and hurt. Fuck, he knows. He knows and he enabled it and he's still too much of a coward to let her know how much he knows.
He swallows hard.]
But she's my moirail.
[He looks at her a little desperately, a little hopelessly. What is he even supposed to do? They were all meant to die. This was not a conversation he should have ever had because they should have all died and now. Now. Eridan shrugs helplessly, for lack of anything else to say.]
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[The words are quiet but vehement and frustrated and hurt. Fuck, he knows. He knows and he enabled it and he's still too much of a coward to let her know how much he knows.
He swallows hard.]
But she's my moirail.
[He looks at her a little desperately, a little hopelessly. What is he even supposed to do? They were all meant to die. This was not a conversation he should have ever had because they should have all died and now. Now. Eridan shrugs helplessly, for lack of anything else to say.]