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[noctiphile]

[The hand nearly startles him. Mattias looks back, bewildered though not taking his hand away. What they both lost wasn't the same but they weren't so far off, either. Slowly, he shifts back around to face Ryan. This time he's careful not to drag his hand away.]

No... I think you might. It... your sense was a part of you, yes? [It's a genuine question. He even looks up for it, a hopeful glance to check that he's right.] Nocta... she was the same. She lived within me. We were... separate, but one. Being without her... it feels like being a river without a current.

[His brow furrows, his head jerks up.] Does- does that make sense?

[averagemedium]

--yeah. Yeah, it does.

[He gives Mattias a small, almost grateful little nod there. It's been minimized before in the face of other losses (and many of them had things taken from them, it's understandable), and that question is reassuring. Mattias, at least, seems to get how important it was.]

I mean... I grew up with it, you know? I didn't know what it was like to not see the things I did-- it's still weird that this place doesn't show where people died. I got so used to seeing the marks.

[Another moment of silence follows, his fingers fidgeting with Mattias'.] I guess for me it's more like being colorblind when I used to see it just fine. But- yeah, I get it. Something's just missing.

[noctiphile]

I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I'm not naive enough to think I'm the only one who's lost something of import.

[With a rasping breath, he brings his hand to cover Ryan's fidgeting fingers. Gently, he presses them down, eases them into stopping.] Would this place be similar, though? I've died here. In a way, does that not make me a... [fuck, what was the term?] ... ghaost?

[He's pretty sure he said it right.]