( If they'd had the capability to, if they really knew how to express it, perhaps they might have cried, or even laughed. In relief, in mourning for someone so similar to them in the ways that set them apart from others, for some other indecipherable emotion. For a slight lifting of the burden they'd carried, unknowingly, for so long.
(Despite the friendships they have made here, they are still one apart, by the truths of their existence. They can never forget that. But this - this makes things a little less lonely, even if the bond they share is through things that are troubling and sad.)
But lacking voice and a way to express these complicated feelings, they simply look up at Legion and press a small hand to their own, blank face. Tracing a curve across it, repeatedly, in what's no doubt meant to be the imitation of a smile.
And then, almost comically, they attempt, through spirited effort and a combination of their cloak and their arms, to imitate the motion of Legion's headflaps, though they're not sure what the movements mean exactly.
It's...they're trying. They're trying very hard. )
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(Despite the friendships they have made here, they are still one apart, by the truths of their existence. They can never forget that. But this - this makes things a little less lonely, even if the bond they share is through things that are troubling and sad.)
But lacking voice and a way to express these complicated feelings, they simply look up at Legion and press a small hand to their own, blank face. Tracing a curve across it, repeatedly, in what's no doubt meant to be the imitation of a smile.
And then, almost comically, they attempt, through spirited effort and a combination of their cloak and their arms, to imitate the motion of Legion's headflaps, though they're not sure what the movements mean exactly.
It's...they're trying. They're trying very hard. )