Shh. [Oswin's voice is as soothing and gentle as she can make it, given the circumstances. Given that there's enemies all around them now, and she's just waiting for Mr. Clever to turn and start taunting them.
As discretely as possible, she reaches up with her free hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks, her thumb rubbing over his knuckles.] Shh, they're not real. [None of this is, not properly.]
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As discretely as possible, she reaches up with her free hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks, her thumb rubbing over his knuckles.] Shh, they're not real. [None of this is, not properly.]