[he wants to bite out a million questions, tells himself that he doesn't because the most important one (how do I get down there? how do I get down where they made himyouthem?) will go unanswered; almost-empathy tugs at him anyway, makes him want to try, try hard and say something, anything that will help her]
[but he knows can't undo the damage of the Below, can't make anything unhappen to any of them, can't make her sing her blues more clearly for him]
[in the end, he can only listen to her (it's not funny anymore), breathing in that softwashed scent, and offer ugly words slung together as best as he can]
That ain't so bad. It's another chance, ain't it? Least he's alive. If he's important... ya ain't gotta give up.
[they're all a little cracked, but they're not broken -- despite what everyone sees, they're not broken and they're not done, not yet]
Re: action;
[but he knows can't undo the damage of the Below, can't make anything unhappen to any of them, can't make her sing her blues more clearly for him]
[in the end, he can only listen to her (it's not funny anymore), breathing in that softwashed scent, and offer ugly words slung together as best as he can]
That ain't so bad. It's another chance, ain't it? Least he's alive. If he's important... ya ain't gotta give up.
[they're all a little cracked, but they're not broken -- despite what everyone sees, they're not broken and they're not done, not yet]