Mizuki looks up at Callan as he looms overhead, casting a shadow that causes him to glow a soft blue in response. He simply watches for a moment, doing his best to read expression of some kind, even if Mizuki knows it’s fairly useless.
But then he just turns back to the stew, giving it a stir. Despite it looking horrible, if the smell can transcend the wall, Callan will note that it smells delightful.
« I didn’t say that. It would be highly hypocritical of me to do so. I think grief from loss never truly goes away, but with the right support, it can at least be manageable. Which is sort of the opposite of what the Forest is doing to you, isn’t it? Reminding you about his loss is like reopening a wound over and over. It’s not healthy. I’m worried about you, Mister Callan.
I suppose that’s a fair point. If you don’t want my help, I understand. I’m really not anything special, and when I try to be useful, I tend to just mess things up… But, if you don’t mind, that cabin back there… it was his, wasn’t it? I know you don’t want me to go inside, and I won’t, but it must hurt to see it there and not be able to get close to it, right? If you don’t want help with your corruption and get there, would you like me to take something of yours and put it on the porch or something? That might bring you some comfort. »
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But then he just turns back to the stew, giving it a stir. Despite it looking horrible, if the smell can transcend the wall, Callan will note that it smells delightful.
« I didn’t say that. It would be highly hypocritical of me to do so. I think grief from loss never truly goes away, but with the right support, it can at least be manageable. Which is sort of the opposite of what the Forest is doing to you, isn’t it? Reminding you about his loss is like reopening a wound over and over. It’s not healthy. I’m worried about you, Mister Callan.
I suppose that’s a fair point. If you don’t want my help, I understand. I’m really not anything special, and when I try to be useful, I tend to just mess things up… But, if you don’t mind, that cabin back there… it was his, wasn’t it? I know you don’t want me to go inside, and I won’t, but it must hurt to see it there and not be able to get close to it, right? If you don’t want help with your corruption and get there, would you like me to take something of yours and put it on the porch or something? That might bring you some comfort. »