(Her voice is low, a little choked. She sniffs, and sighs, and lets go of her knees. It's obviously not okay, but she knows that Beau did not mean for her to see this. She's spoken to a few people after watching their memories play out before her eyes, pulled directly from their heads like ticker tape. They had no choice in the matter. If Beau could have kept her from watching this she would have, and Yasha wants to make sure that Beau knows that she knows that.
She stands up, and turns a little so she has time to wipe her eyes before she speaks again. Usually she might feel embarrassed that Beau is here to see her like this but she just feels hollow, and numb. She had no idea his death was so violent. For Yasha, Molly had simply been there one day and then suddenly, awfully not there, and she hadn't ever imagined that it had come to be like that because some bastard had driven a glaive straight through his heart and twisted–
She feels sick.)
What happened, (she says eventually, her hands curling into tight fists,) to Lorenzo.
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(Her voice is low, a little choked. She sniffs, and sighs, and lets go of her knees. It's obviously not okay, but she knows that Beau did not mean for her to see this. She's spoken to a few people after watching their memories play out before her eyes, pulled directly from their heads like ticker tape. They had no choice in the matter. If Beau could have kept her from watching this she would have, and Yasha wants to make sure that Beau knows that she knows that.
She stands up, and turns a little so she has time to wipe her eyes before she speaks again. Usually she might feel embarrassed that Beau is here to see her like this but she just feels hollow, and numb. She had no idea his death was so violent. For Yasha, Molly had simply been there one day and then suddenly, awfully not there, and she hadn't ever imagined that it had come to be like that because some bastard had driven a glaive straight through his heart and twisted–
She feels sick.)
What happened, (she says eventually, her hands curling into tight fists,) to Lorenzo.