[ The soul-who-was-Molly stares at Fjord as the big man moves down and closer. He seems gentle despite how big he is, and what he's saying is sweet. Kind.
Sad? ]
Empty...
[ He mumbles, but he doesn't shy away further from the unknown person. Those wide red eyes focus a bit on Fjord and he slowly reaches out a hand to touch him awkwardly on a knee. It's solid. Real. Everything is real and yet he doesn't know where he is, who he is or what is going on.
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Sad? ]
Empty...
[ He mumbles, but he doesn't shy away further from the unknown person. Those wide red eyes focus a bit on Fjord and he slowly reaches out a hand to touch him awkwardly on a knee. It's solid. Real. Everything is real and yet he doesn't know where he is, who he is or what is going on.
Clutching his head, he whimpers. ]
Empty, empty, emptyemptyempty!