He can kind of see it. It must have been awful. Terrible. That feeling, that emptiness. It's something he can kind of imagine. Though not in the same way. Edward's never lost anyone, never really had anyone he felt the need to avenge.
But he can understand it, maybe. Being around Gertrude, realizing what sort of person he's missing.
And there's that darker part, again. The part of himself that he tries to silence, that looks at these things - spirits staying close to their loved ones, people who have lost - and just feels... envious. It's not fair to feel that way. He puts that away.]
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[So that's how it is.
He can kind of see it. It must have been awful. Terrible. That feeling, that emptiness. It's something he can kind of imagine. Though not in the same way. Edward's never lost anyone, never really had anyone he felt the need to avenge.
But he can understand it, maybe. Being around Gertrude, realizing what sort of person he's missing.
And there's that darker part, again. The part of himself that he tries to silence, that looks at these things - spirits staying close to their loved ones, people who have lost - and just feels... envious. It's not fair to feel that way. He puts that away.]
I see.
[It's all just unfair.]
...I'm sorry. About what happened.