[There's no words - only a low hushing when Temenos starts to break down, holding him tighter and letting them sink to the ground with Beelzebub holding their entire weight the whole way down. He can't take the hurt away. He can't bring Temenos's loved ones back. Not the pontiff. Not Roi. Not Crick.
All he can do is be here. A reminder of the present, to let him feel his pain is safe enough to let out... before his heart twists itself in two.]
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All he can do is be here. A reminder of the present, to let him feel his pain is safe enough to let out... before his heart twists itself in two.]