But you-- [How does he say this without being rude? Might as well be blunt.] You have human, or goddess features. So it's not weird to hear you talk.
[The silence on Jaune's end says more than any words could, and he deliberately turns his head so she can't see his face. He wasn't sure what he had imagined when she confessed to killing so many people.
He hadn't imagined a war against one single person because of a stupid misunderstanding. He hadn't imagined this.
Caster doesn't need to see the tears threatening to spill, though it's harder to hide the way he grits his teeth, trying not to acknowledge a deeper, more poisonous anger on her behalf and everyone else who's died who didn't deserve it. He scrubs the heels of his palms to his eyes and slumps, looking like he's doing everything just to hold it together. He still hears parts of her...afterlife? but some of it is like white noise, and he doesn't say anything until he feels like he can without breaking down.]
I'm sorry. For everything I said. [His voice is hoarse, soft, like he's been trying to keep the tears at bay.]
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[The silence on Jaune's end says more than any words could, and he deliberately turns his head so she can't see his face. He wasn't sure what he had imagined when she confessed to killing so many people.
He hadn't imagined a war against one single person because of a stupid misunderstanding. He hadn't imagined this.
Caster doesn't need to see the tears threatening to spill, though it's harder to hide the way he grits his teeth, trying not to acknowledge a deeper, more poisonous anger on her behalf and everyone else who's died who didn't deserve it. He scrubs the heels of his palms to his eyes and slumps, looking like he's doing everything just to hold it together. He still hears parts of her...afterlife? but some of it is like white noise, and he doesn't say anything until he feels like he can without breaking down.]
I'm sorry. For everything I said. [His voice is hoarse, soft, like he's been trying to keep the tears at bay.]