[ There's plenty he can focus on, to split his attention between, go over thoughts that support and seemed strange or just - anything. But his grip remains firm on Siffrin, if not a bit tighter, staring mostly ahead still with his back still remaining towards the other two. Even if part of him wants to look over, wants to let those words sit. Change, they don't really have time for that, do they? In a predicament like this.
There are some things Siffrin would have done. Has done. Some things he didn't say, some things he probably would've never said, things that come to light now after constant pushing. And he has to stop himself from overthinking, from thinking too much, even if there are questions and even more questions. That feeling of dread and fear sinking in his chest like a heavy rock.
But equally, like Odile, he does not say anything. Just exhaling a breath he had been holding, gaze flickering down to Siffrin with a torn expression. ]
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There are some things Siffrin would have done. Has done. Some things he didn't say, some things he probably would've never said, things that come to light now after constant pushing. And he has to stop himself from overthinking, from thinking too much, even if there are questions and even more questions. That feeling of dread and fear sinking in his chest like a heavy rock.
But equally, like Odile, he does not say anything. Just exhaling a breath he had been holding, gaze flickering down to Siffrin with a torn expression. ]