[Did he misjudge this? It seems like he's so bad at understanding things in this new world. Everything used to be easier at home (of course it was; there was a rule for literally everything).]
It seemed as though this was a message of lament. It's natural to suffer if you part with someone, even amicably. If I've misunderstood your words, I can only apologize sincerely. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable.
Okay, maybe he's being an asshole and he cares about it for once. Damn that underdeveloped sense of empathy he's gained. ]
i am upset. i was bonded to him, that's how i know he's gone...but i don't even know who you are, so i'm not exactly eager to share my suffering. that's all.
( don't worry, lan wangji won't take long. flat taught him very important things, and so he's here to pay his respects, bowing low. )
I am sorry for your loss. ( what DOES happen to people when they leave? who knows. something worthy of their time spent here, or so he can only hope. )
I understand. I do not wish to make your pain worse, only to offer any balm I can.
I am Lan Xichen, sect leader of the Gusu Lan. My chosen title is Zewu-jun, which people seem to find easier.
[Because you have to start somewhere, right? And the stranger is right about not knowing him. It's really only fair.]
I would at least like to offer my condolences. Forgive me for my intrusion, but such a message made me think I did not want the one sending it to have to write alone.
[ Well, not what he was expecting, but...Berserker, who doesn't look fit for video at all with how disheveled he is, lowers his head slightly. At least he's not rude enough to blow him off entirely. ]
[ By the time Caster gets there, Berserker's already had a few. He looks like a disheveled mess and like he hasn't slept in a couple of days; the latter part isn't too surprising, but it looks like it's affecting him more than usual. ]
[Diarmuid might not have felt the severence of Berserker and Flat's Bond but he's acutely aware of the void it's left behind, the aching nothingness and grief. This is the second time the dragon has had to go through this and even now, Diarmuid isn't sure how to comfort him. In the end, all he can do is usher Coill to go and lie across his feet and sit beside him, hand on his shoulder.]
... do you need time to...? [He trails off, eyes clouded with concern.] I'm sorry. I wish I knew what to say.
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