[ Toge does his job and he listens. He certainly can't speak those words, nor can he sing a song as she would have figured out already, but he does listen to her tale of woe.
He holds up his hand when she says she has no more will, as though to agree that she's maybe done enough. It's interesting - not in a neutral way, but because it's surprisingly relatable, in its own way.
He cannot sing, or speak his words, but it might help to get his thoughts. He should probably offer condolences, that's what a well-adjusted individual would do. He is not that.
He pulls out of his pocket, a phone. It's not hooked up to anywhere, but it does have a notes app. He can write a message and turn it towards her. ]
That sounds pretty bad. In my last battle, a single attack took out the thousands of people I was trying to protect.
[ He at least understands, somewhat. It wasn't his fault, but it still happened. He failed to protect them. ]
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He holds up his hand when she says she has no more will, as though to agree that she's maybe done enough. It's interesting - not in a neutral way, but because it's surprisingly relatable, in its own way.
He cannot sing, or speak his words, but it might help to get his thoughts. He should probably offer condolences, that's what a well-adjusted individual would do. He is not that.
He pulls out of his pocket, a phone. It's not hooked up to anywhere, but it does have a notes app. He can write a message and turn it towards her. ]
That sounds pretty bad. In my last battle, a single attack took out the thousands of people I was trying to protect.
[ He at least understands, somewhat. It wasn't his fault, but it still happened. He failed to protect them. ]