[yep, he sure is having a hard time using his words right now. his hand will finally drop from leon's arm, but he doesn't move otherwise.]
I saw... It was your room, in Seinegald. Hugo, and the others... Baruk, Rembrandt... Ilene...
[it's hard for stahn to speak, because it honestly chokes him up to even think about.] He—you, and then you, and then Marian...
[there are just so many words he can't say. he can't say that leon was hit to brutally for leon for himself. he can't say how fiercely he say leon refusing to betray them. he can't say how they held marian over his head until he conceded.
he can't do it, but even recalling it makes stahn feel weak enough to crouch down while he catches his breath. he has no idea why he saw any of that, but he's not okay with it in the least.]
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[yep, he sure is having a hard time using his words right now. his hand will finally drop from leon's arm, but he doesn't move otherwise.]
I saw... It was your room, in Seinegald. Hugo, and the others... Baruk, Rembrandt... Ilene...
[it's hard for stahn to speak, because it honestly chokes him up to even think about.] He—you, and then you, and then Marian...
[there are just so many words he can't say. he can't say that leon was hit to brutally for leon for himself. he can't say how fiercely he say leon refusing to betray them. he can't say how they held marian over his head until he conceded.
he can't do it, but even recalling it makes stahn feel weak enough to crouch down while he catches his breath. he has no idea why he saw any of that, but he's not okay with it in the least.]
It... it was a memory, wasn't it?