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He felt sorry for them–Anda picked that up immediately… but that brand of sympathy was born from concern, not pity. And so that statement was genuine; Waver did believe they carried some measure of strength, though Anda couldn’t tell why; as powerful as they were now, their empathic abilities couldn’t discern quite that much.

“…I don’t know if dealing with it is strength.” Came a murmur, drained and exhausted.

“I feel like… actually doing something about it would make more sense. To channel this into something more than just… standing here and using my body like some kind of battery to hold all this in. Everyone else I know can go and do something about the horrible things that happen to them, and learn from them, and get stronger that way. You and Zal don’t run away from something terrifying, you… find ways to solve them.”

Shaking their head, the pillow was pulled closer to their body, as if keeping their heart from falling out of its ribcage.

“I don’t do that. I do what’s easy and causes the least amount of pain. That’s not being strong, that’s…”

Anda’s eyes were certainly red and glossy, but no tears formed. Perhaps they physically couldn’t after such a long stint of free-flowing sobs.

“…Call me strong when I find it in me to face what I am.” Came something close to a whisper, curling up into themselves.