[Sorry they're all terrible and need babysitting, Alisha. Maybe we'll kill off more of the problem children in the coming weeks, so that the poor ghosts can have some rest. Half rest.]
[Once the star is against his palm, Faize's fingers curl downwards until they're sort of lightly closed around it. Though, it's obvious it's not really the star he's trying to hold. If she lets go of it and it slips between his fingers, he won't really care. The star was merely a guiding point to the thing Faize really wants to hold. The thing that he can't hold, no matter how hard he tries, so he has to settle for perhaps the palest imitation possible. It's hardly a substitute, and he knows it, but even pretending is better than nothing. At least for him.]
Thank you.
[For lots of things, really. He has at least as many things to be thankful for as he does apologetic, as far as Alisha is concerned.]
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[Once the star is against his palm, Faize's fingers curl downwards until they're sort of lightly closed around it. Though, it's obvious it's not really the star he's trying to hold. If she lets go of it and it slips between his fingers, he won't really care. The star was merely a guiding point to the thing Faize really wants to hold. The thing that he can't hold, no matter how hard he tries, so he has to settle for perhaps the palest imitation possible. It's hardly a substitute, and he knows it, but even pretending is better than nothing. At least for him.]
Thank you.
[For lots of things, really. He has at least as many things to be thankful for as he does apologetic, as far as Alisha is concerned.]