That last bit confirmed another thing for Mitsuhide. It was grief and guilt. Survivor's guilt to be exact. He seen it many times with victims of war. It made him wonder what could have happened to her to make her feel that way.
He frowned some, and, with some maneuvering managed to get on her branch with her in his lap. He made sure not to touch her wings as he had one arm around her waist while his other went back to soothingly stroking her hair.
"You are worth it, so stop saying that you aren't." It was a gentle scold, but one she needed to hear. "Now tell me what you mean by you being the last one."
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Date: 2021-09-07 11:36 pm (UTC)He frowned some, and, with some maneuvering managed to get on her branch with her in his lap. He made sure not to touch her wings as he had one arm around her waist while his other went back to soothingly stroking her hair.
"You are worth it, so stop saying that you aren't." It was a gentle scold, but one she needed to hear. "Now tell me what you mean by you being the last one."