*Yrael lowers his head onto his paws. He certainly doesn't feel like he has grown. It feels like the same things keep happening again and again, and it always hurts.* Thank you, my friend.
*He speaks easily but quietly, as one who knows exactly their answer.* A song, to remember her as well as I might. Telling all who hear of all the little things that make her who she is, and that make her mean so much to those who care about her. If she cannot be here in the flesh, she shall be here in song, so that she shall never be truly lost.
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He continues to sooth the troubled Bright Shiner with gentle petting,
"You have my hopes that she will return."
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He rubs the dome of the cat-shaped head between the ears,
"And that could only have hurt you both in the end."
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Things have happened since then. It would hurt worse to hold her against her will than to let her go.
*He fears parallels. He fears history repeating itself.*
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He would be comforting if he knew how. Dream, unfortunately, doesn't know how. He is, after all, not the most comfortable of Endless.
"What will you do if she does not come back?"
Somehow the fingers, curving down the spine of the not'cat, seem to spark an idea.
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