[god, what do you even say to something like this? something that gets across how sorry you are without sounding condescending or awful or insincere? or even just like - how horrifying it is, to have to deal with something like this, to have lived it.
karlach comes a little closer - slow. telegraphed. trying to be smaller than she is. and very carefully crouches down next to her and takes that hand that's scratching. holds it, fingers twined.]
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karlach comes a little closer - slow. telegraphed. trying to be smaller than she is. and very carefully crouches down next to her and takes that hand that's scratching. holds it, fingers twined.]
... Gods.
[she says, finally.]
What... what did you do with her?