[ She’s startlingly young, the antithesis of Hayame, who was— is— sleek and hardened and formal, even in speech. Younger herself than Simon, he’s sure, but shaped by slavery and violence. This girl, though— well, whatever the reason she can afford to wear her heart on her sleeve like this, he kind of appreciates it. It’s. Relatable, even if it’s incredibly sad right now. ]
It’s gonna be okay. Just- just take a deep breath. We can figure this out. Can you, uh... get yourself out of the mud?
[ Simon has no idea what the hell is going on either, of course. His reassurance kinda is full of shit. He just feels really bad for this terrified crying girl who he hopes to god can extract herself from the mud because.... he definitely can’t move her.... ]
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[ She’s startlingly young, the antithesis of Hayame, who was— is— sleek and hardened and formal, even in speech. Younger herself than Simon, he’s sure, but shaped by slavery and violence. This girl, though— well, whatever the reason she can afford to wear her heart on her sleeve like this, he kind of appreciates it. It’s. Relatable, even if it’s incredibly sad right now. ]
It’s gonna be okay. Just- just take a deep breath. We can figure this out. Can you, uh... get yourself out of the mud?
[ Simon has no idea what the hell is going on either, of course. His reassurance kinda is full of shit. He just feels really bad for this terrified crying girl who he hopes to god can extract herself from the mud because.... he definitely can’t move her.... ]