[She nods along as he explains. She's honestly not SURE she really wants to know-- so far she's felt a point of connection, a deep relatability, to every single Homunculus she's met. The little boy currently shredding wrapping paper ferociously in the other room has every chance of being another one, and the fact that he is a little boy makes it all smack even more of those awful firstlife memories.]
[It makes her gut twist to think of one of Envy's mother's victims being a literal child.]
[But you know what?]
[It's mitigated, not by the alcohol buzz but by that soft note in Envy's voice, and she finds herself smiling with half-shut eyes at him despite the melancholy subject matter. And once he trails off, she reaches out to nudge him gently with her elbow.]
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[It makes her gut twist to think of one of Envy's mother's victims being a literal child.]
[But you know what?]
[It's mitigated, not by the alcohol buzz but by that soft note in Envy's voice, and she finds herself smiling with half-shut eyes at him despite the melancholy subject matter. And once he trails off, she reaches out to nudge him gently with her elbow.]
Hey.
I'm real proud of you.