" hush now, it's alright. no one is angry with you. look. " he kneels down beside the girl, who looked pitifully upon the shape of a man, lying with his throat ravaged and body twisted, mourning him as if she had not moments ago taken his life. he hooks her chin with his forefinger so that she would break her attention away from it. " if you've got to do it, there's a way to do it right. i'll teach you. " he reaches for her hand, lying a palm over her knuckles, soothing her with his empathic gift. " but you've got to stop torturing yourself over it. alright? " @newborne















