[ Well... It's a good thing she's sitting after all, Lara's sure her legs would have gone out from under her at the news. Sans was dead. Sans was dead and the last time they spoke-- It's not like her father, this is different, she's different, this isn't her fault.
But the last time they spoke--
She ought to say something. She knows this isn't easy for Miles either, can see the cracks in his barely maintained composure. Harder with her staring at him. Odd that of all the things that have happened, she's rather positive that this isn't a nightmare. Far too mundane. There's not a speck of blood on Miles and there's a quiet relief for that.
She really ought to say something.
Lara blinks, opens her mouth to speak. No sound. She closes it, takes a slow breath and tries again. ]
I see.
[ She means to say more, but a sob rips through her throat. Her hands fly to cover her mouth, shoulders curling forward. ]
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But the last time they spoke--
She ought to say something. She knows this isn't easy for Miles either, can see the cracks in his barely maintained composure. Harder with her staring at him. Odd that of all the things that have happened, she's rather positive that this isn't a nightmare. Far too mundane. There's not a speck of blood on Miles and there's a quiet relief for that.
She really ought to say something.
Lara blinks, opens her mouth to speak. No sound. She closes it, takes a slow breath and tries again. ]
I see.
[ She means to say more, but a sob rips through her throat. Her hands fly to cover her mouth, shoulders curling forward. ]