531 Monstrosity & Morality: Dividing Lines of the Self and Other, Section 1

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[counterlighting]

[This isn't weird at all, clearly. At least, Nyx genuinely doesn't find anything unsettling about it. He'll hug back, gentle in kind, before letting go.]

...yes, ma'am.

[Maybe it's only a token agreement, since he's not sure of his own "love". But he doesn't have any reason (or excuse) to say no.]

[widenessofthesea]

He gets a pat on the head. And, oddly, when he looks up, there's a different face looking down at him—the woman from the front desk, although she's dressed a little more professionally, like she's going to work. The intonation feels kind of the same, though, like it's the same person talking.

"Thank you, young man."

[counterlighting]

?

[Why is he being thanked. Clearly that's the most mystifying thing happening here.]

I didn't do anything...?

[widenessofthesea]

To share one's love and one's grief... to look for mutual understanding is one of the biggest parts of love there is, after all.

[counterlighting]

...that's "love", too?

[Oddly, that makes a lot of sense to him. For some reason he can't recall.]

[widenessofthesea]

"It is. So—go in peace, and love, young man."

[counterlighting]

Mm... you too, "big sister".

[Is that just a generic word to use for an older lady, or is it a reference to what he's read? A mystery. Today isn't a day he can quite manage a smile in return, but his tone isn't unfriendly.]