Shadow of a Broken Heart

“Good.” She replied, a small smile breaking onto her lips - hands clasping just at her waist. At least if he knew there was somewhere, a place that he could return to - no matter the situation. Then she was content with knowing that herself. “As I said before, you’re always welcome there. —And.. You’re not broken.” She added after a slight pause, the bright expression dimming slightly. 

The Replica realized pretty quickly how poor his word choice had been. "I didn't mean--" he cut himself off before he said anything else that was more damning. Not even back ten minutes and I'm already messing up. "Maybe broken was the wrong word. Worn out and tired might be a bit better." he'd been on his own ever since the Castle Oblivion disaster, so he was weary and very, very tired, both physically and mentally.