[ She accepts the handkerchief shakily, wiping at her eyes with her hand first. The cloth she holds, turning it over and over in her hands. She misses Diogo, suddenly. She's cried in front of him, though only once. He used to cry every night, when he first came. When he died on the garden floor and she brought him back from the edge. But they'd been young then. Things are forgiven when you're young. ]
Why...uh. Why aren't you strong?
[ She sniffs. Clitches at the handkerchief. She misses Diogo. She misses her mother. ]
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Why...uh. Why aren't you strong?
[ She sniffs. Clitches at the handkerchief. She misses Diogo. She misses her mother. ]
You're a warrior. Or you're close enough.