[Sam listens mutely. The initial shock's fading, eroded by a mass of other emotions. The dismay's there, deepening, and a kind of morbid curiosity (it's not cold, but a deep itching ache like an abscessed tooth somewhere in her sternum) and what borders on a dumb disbelief, grounded in the fact it's not fair. It's dumb because fairness has nothing to do with it---when there's warring, people fight and people die. Doesn't matter who; it happens.]
[And still, she thinks; yes, but--- But? Even Breakdown didn't have his death happen to him. It's something that Wing's here in Haven despite his dying, and it's something that he's satisfied with what he'd accomplished, but... 'it's something' doesn't seem like it's enough. Wing's a good person, her first friend here, and here he is, telling her how he came to be killed, not through any accident but by somebody.]
[For the first time in a long, long time, Sam pushes past what she wants to ask to first offer what condolences she can.]
I'm sorry. But, I'm glad you've got that.
...though. What were these slavers? Who was their leader?
[She wants to know, she needs a name, because now acrimony is welling up with everything else---bright and all edges.]
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[And still, she thinks; yes, but--- But? Even Breakdown didn't have his death happen to him. It's something that Wing's here in Haven despite his dying, and it's something that he's satisfied with what he'd accomplished, but... 'it's something' doesn't seem like it's enough. Wing's a good person, her first friend here, and here he is, telling her how he came to be killed, not through any accident but by somebody.]
[For the first time in a long, long time, Sam pushes past what she wants to ask to first offer what condolences she can.]
I'm sorry. But, I'm glad you've got that.
...though. What were these slavers? Who was their leader?
[She wants to know, she needs a name, because now acrimony is welling up with everything else---bright and all edges.]