[He's content to sit quietly with her, for as long as she needs. After a while he's unsure whether or not she's just gone quiet or if she's actually fallen asleep - she's done both before. In any event, Krieg is wide awake for now, so he remains still and upright, very conscious of his important job of supporting Angel.
He twitches lightly when she suddenly begins talking, having grown accustomed to the quiet sounds of just their breath, but doesn't otherwise react until she looks back up at him. He looks down at her when she speaks, meets her gaze when she raises her head to look up at him, and frowns - thoughtfully - as he wonders how to answer her question.
You know why. You heard the ECHOs. She was robbed of her childhood and stripped of her humanity by the man who was supposed to love her and protect her. She wants her father back.]
Your heart hurts for something you lost and can't ever get back.
[That's pretty close to what the voice in his head said, right? Right.]
Mng...
[He makes a surprisingly quiet, thoughtful noise as he ponders on that just a little more.]
...Looking back hurts, so I stopped. And now you're in front of me, so what's past doesn't matter.
[And that's an unusually nice way of saying, "let the past rot where it belongs."]
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He twitches lightly when she suddenly begins talking, having grown accustomed to the quiet sounds of just their breath, but doesn't otherwise react until she looks back up at him. He looks down at her when she speaks, meets her gaze when she raises her head to look up at him, and frowns - thoughtfully - as he wonders how to answer her question.
You know why. You heard the ECHOs. She was robbed of her childhood and stripped of her humanity by the man who was supposed to love her and protect her. She wants her father back.]
Your heart hurts for something you lost and can't ever get back.
[That's pretty close to what the voice in his head said, right? Right.]
Mng...
[He makes a surprisingly quiet, thoughtful noise as he ponders on that just a little more.]
...Looking back hurts, so I stopped. And now you're in front of me, so what's past doesn't matter.
[And that's an unusually nice way of saying, "let the past rot where it belongs."]