[His face visibly pales a bit, any last vestiges of his good humor from before crumbling into nothing.]
...Oh.
[It's always a strange feeling, running into people who are dead in their worlds. It makes him think about things he doesn't want to be thinking about, for one, and he can't imagine it's easy for them to know that this place is all they've got left.]
I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I hope you can build a good life here.
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...Oh.
[It's always a strange feeling, running into people who are dead in their worlds. It makes him think about things he doesn't want to be thinking about, for one, and he can't imagine it's easy for them to know that this place is all they've got left.]
I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I hope you can build a good life here.