video.

[nishizono]

[ Everyone seems preoccupied with this thing that's been terrorizing the general population, but if you ask Tetora, bring the death on.

That's not why he's posting, though. And for once, his face is on the network, albeit with a good half of it covered by the sleeve of the arm he's leaning on. He's frowning, but that's nothing new. Observant minds will notice he's looking a little too red around the eyes, though. ]

So what do you do when someone dies and it affects you?

Not that anyone died. If they died, that'd actually make sense in this hypothetical.

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[araignee_du_soir]

You are young; there will be much more loss in your life, assuming you get to live it. [Considering their current situation and this boy's volatility, that wasn't a guarantee.]

It will be best to figure out how to deal with it now. Start with the nature of the relationship. Who were they to you?

[nishizono]

[ who were they? kaz never claimed any sort of guardianship with him, and neither did v, but they were the closest he's ever gotten to experiencing what being wanted felt like. they cared for him, watched over him, taught him with a gentleness that tetora was never afforded in his scant years being alive.

it's a realization he's long come to, but still can't seem to fully accept. until now. ]

family.

they were my first.

[araignee_du_soir]

[His first taste of family. Clearly they gave him something he hadn't had before.]

If that is the case, then perhaps it is more of the loss itself than the unknown. The lack of knowing what happened is indeed going to weigh on your mind, but when you lose something you never had or had not had for a long time... A part of you wishes you never knew what you had been missing.

[That was something Widowmaker, herself, was currently experiencing herself with Sombra's comatose state. Unfortunately, her lack of empathy hampered in offering any kind of comfort. He would have to find that from someone that cared.]

[nishizono]

[ he wouldn't know what to do with kindness, all the same; it's maybe for the best that he doesn't get any of the kind in the meantime. what she doesn't see is this, though: that he's holding his hand to his mouth, thinking over the events that led up to this moment, and realizing that he's hurting more than he thought he was. ]

I've never hurt like this. Not this much, not this hard.

I hate it.

[araignee_du_soir]

[There was a long pause as she debated whether to continue or not. She didn't care about helping him... but she really didn't have anything better to do. At least, maybe, if this helped him, she could call on a favor from him at a later date. Such debts were the only real currency they had anymore.]

It doesn't go away. The pain, that is. The hate will once you stop being overdramatic.

But the pain eventually dulls to something tolerable. As much as you think you hate it, be thankful for that pain. It means you're still alive. [Still human and not a monster like herself.]