oo2 ⇎ written.

[bornofwisdom]

( here, have some pretty handwriting Paradisa, as Annabeth is in no mood to talk. )

I’ve never thought I would think it, much less put the words on paper, but I never want to try and put something together again.
I’ve never been so irritated in my life and trust me; there have been a lot of opportunities.

I can’t even begin to speak I’m so mad.
I hate these stupid losses, forget that this is permanent.

( there’s a splat as her final period from hitting the page so hard. moments later she adds to the scribe: )

I’m really sorry to the friends and family of the man who was killed.
I hope the person responsible is found quickly and is dealt with accordingly. Paradisa has a good justice system here, I hope?

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[sosweet]

[ The memories of his oath, his supposed devotion and faithfulness take over him as the smile vanishes and is replaced with smooth tears. Not uttering a single noise.

Saga looks away. It was a poor sight even for himself. ]

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[bornofwisdom]

( her grey eyes glazed over. what did she do? had she said something wrong? was it just his inability to remember? standing in front of him, having been looking at him, made it obvious to her that he was crying — more so when he turned his head and she felt winded from it. knitting her brow into a frown, she gently pulls her hand from his to slide her arms around his waist once more.

unlike the time before, she rests her forehead to his chest, burying against him somewhat and closing her eyes tightly, gives him a hard squeeze. )

Please don't cry, I'm so sorry...

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[sosweet]

[ It is wrong. He shouldn't be this selfish. He doesn't deserve it, not when this child knows nothing about who he truly was... is.

The embrace makes it harder to avoid the feeling. A piece of his heart had died a long time ago. All that remains could shatter if she keeps going...

... The tears keep falling. Why do they keep falling? ]

I am the one who is. Not only because of me not remembering her.

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[bornofwisdom]

Saga...

( her fingers curl slightly against his back through her embrace. she gives a soft shake of her head against him. the demigoddess hasn't got even the faintest idea as to what it is that bothers him so much, what she does know is that whatever is might be, is in the past now. he shouldn't be letting it bother him so much anymore. )

It's okay... ( whatever it is, it's okay. ) I don't know what's wrong, I don't need to know, I'm not asking you to tell me... I wish I could help you, you seem so... broken.

( again, she squeezes him for comfort. ) Whatever it is, you regret it, that much is clear... So just, shake it out, you know? Let it go. Regrets weigh you down, you need to be able to stand tall as a Saint, right?

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[sosweet]

[ His eyes widen at her statement. There's something that cracks inside him, and the answer of it comes in the form of his arms wrapping her frame, burying his face onto the crown of her head.

A contained sound -- more like a sob -- is heard from the back of his throat, holding Annabeth as much as he lets himself to do so. ]

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[bornofwisdom]

( for some reason, she relaxes as he let's himself cry all the more. she turns her head so her cheek is pressed against his chest instead and keeping her eyes closed, just continues to hold and hug him. whatever it was bothering him, it was certainly something heavy for the man — part of her was curious, but then again she was naturally curious about a lot of things, being the daughter of Athena and having a consistent desire to gain knowledge of most everything around her.

but a bigger part of her didn't want to know what it was at all and she would never ask him to tell her. he would never have to let her known unless he truly needed to talk about it to help him get past it. for the moment, though, she simply let him cry, saying nothing, patiently waiting for him to be finished. everyone needed to have a good cry every now and again, Saga, it seemed, was no different. )

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[sosweet]

[ It is strange...

He finds himself at ease just being so close to someone. Saga never dared to cry like this as he does right now, always forgetting the emotions for his own sake and the sake of others. Not even compared to those times when he tried to, and that mocking voice just snickering at his expense.

Many things that happened before coming here... it hurts, so much. It will hurt, till the day he finds peace in death.

The tears and sounds go on until there's nothing left, though he clings to Annabeth, his Goddess' child. His head shifts to the side so his cheek touches the top of her head. ]

Thank you... [ A soft whisper. ]

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[bornofwisdom]

( Annabeth continues to hold him until his sobbing comes to an end, flustered just slightly at his clinging in return. her fingers clench the fabric of his clothes at his back briefly, before pulling back after a moment or two longer. )

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