[ Regis meets Auron's gaze for a moment, then reaches within, in the ways that have become familiar to him here and into his stores of emotional energy. Shapes a familiar manifestation just so, and, suddenly, each snowflake is glittering more, as though there is a light source beneath the clouds causing the snow. ]
Some people take their grief and turn it into beauty. Some... [ Electricity arcs among snowflakes, too small to be dangerous, but suggestive enough. ] Some turn it into violence. Others yet push it aside and keep going, for there are others depending on them, until it drowns them - for loss is true pain, albeit invisible to the eye.
There is no one right way to deal with loss, my friend. No good way, for loss takes away something good from us each time, somehow.
But you are trying. You see more than the pain and the void, left by those no longer by your side. That is, I believe, a very reasonable start.
Would you like to tell me about them? Your friends, Brasca and Jecht, or Shinji. Whoever is closest to your mind.
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Some people take their grief and turn it into beauty. Some... [ Electricity arcs among snowflakes, too small to be dangerous, but suggestive enough. ] Some turn it into violence. Others yet push it aside and keep going, for there are others depending on them, until it drowns them - for loss is true pain, albeit invisible to the eye.
There is no one right way to deal with loss, my friend. No good way, for loss takes away something good from us each time, somehow.
But you are trying. You see more than the pain and the void, left by those no longer by your side. That is, I believe, a very reasonable start.
Would you like to tell me about them? Your friends, Brasca and Jecht, or Shinji. Whoever is closest to your mind.