[He smiles back, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]
I know. [And perhaps it would be kinder to reassure her somehow--to tell her that it will be okay. But what right does he have to say that? They're dead, or something like it; they're in a place supposedly tailored for their suffering; and they're on the verge of an exhaustingly deadly pattern. No--platitudes, he feels, would be insincere. He'd much rather offer this: acknowledgment, honesty, and a warm shoulder, side by side.] Things like this must be even stranger for you, here. Harrowhark told me a little about the skeletons.
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I know. [And perhaps it would be kinder to reassure her somehow--to tell her that it will be okay. But what right does he have to say that? They're dead, or something like it; they're in a place supposedly tailored for their suffering; and they're on the verge of an exhaustingly deadly pattern. No--platitudes, he feels, would be insincere. He'd much rather offer this: acknowledgment, honesty, and a warm shoulder, side by side.] Things like this must be even stranger for you, here. Harrowhark told me a little about the skeletons.