( The tears, combined with the anger... Shealtiel doesn't know how to deal with it. He stays in place, refusing to run like he normally would, but he doesn't have the ability to step forward. It feels like he has no place to. Like he shouldn't.
Something aches in his chest at the sight, but even when he parts his lips, he can't come up with anything to say. )
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Something aches in his chest at the sight, but even when he parts his lips, he can't come up with anything to say. )