Myrrh stalls, unsure of if he should let himself approach the Undertaker or not. Deciding that he didn't want to intrude, he turns his attention instead to the human. He waits for her to be free before approaching, dipping his head in an attempt at being respectful. He spoke in a low voice.
How well is the Undertaker taking things? I'm unsure of how close he and Ynoch truly were, but...
He trails off, frowning deeper. Perhaps he should've convinced himself to come at a different, happier time.
He normally doesn't have the spoons for company, but I think in this case s'been comforting havin so many folks carin'.
Evvy crosses her arms, tilting her head at Myrrh.
I can't say he isn't sad, or tired, or scared. But feeling all those things is part of the process. He knows how to handle it. How are you handling it?
Myrrh thinks back to the swamp, to the events of the previous month. It both feels like it just happened and that it was a lifetime ago. Myrrh feels very old and very wary, suddenly. He sighs.
I was in the swamp when it happened, even if I wasn't there with Ynoch. I'm unsure of my feelings and if I even really should feel anything large. I believe I'm sad, even though I didn't worship her.
He looks a little embarrassed to have stated the obvious. He clears his throat and crosses his arms.
I wish that I had done something, I suppose. I was close enough to the artifact that I could've....
He trails off.
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Could've what? Put yourself in there instead?
She shakes her head.
You didn't fail to save her, I'm sorry. Pah, leave it to a rrex to-- no. She saved you. You thank her, and you appreciate the gift. Unfortunate for you buddy, you now have the responsibility of makin' it worth it. 'N that means lookin forwards, not lookin back.
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Myrrh frowns deeper, his expression hard. A part of his brain wants to complain about not wanting to be saved, about how he couldn’t look to the future when he had his eyes so firmly to the past. He says none of that, his tail swishing behind him for a moment.
Understood. I apologize.
He’s quiet for a moment as he forces the tension to leave his face. He watches the ground to the side of them, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
How do you make a sacrifice like that worth it? I have plenty of experience handling death but this just seems... different.
Evvy's expression softens at Myrrh's respectful response.
Lucky for you, she wasn't sacrificin' herself for you alone-- you get to share the weight of that burden with th'whole city! And I think all she'd want is for us to keep surviving, the best we can. And maybe doing what we can to prevent another same-such tragedy.