"Why?" she asks, your frantic statement making her nervous.
Why? There are plenty of reasons. But you can't name them. You can't put them to words. All you have are feelings. Nebulous feelings of pain and loss. Dulled feelings and emotions that don't work anymore.
You sigh. "Just… listen to me. Please."
"O-okay," she says with a nod and a sniffle.
"S-so," Elya says, voice still shaky, "why are you here?"
No point in delaying any further. "Father's body has returned."
"Oh," she says. She goes quiet. Finally, she looks back up at you. "Will you attend his…" She trails off, unable to bring herself to finish her question.
"Funeral?" you ask, finishing for her. She gives you a small nod.
"Yes," you reply.
Okay," she says simply. She knows better than to question the mystery that is your mind.
You give Elya another attempt at a smile. Seeing this, she starts to laugh. It's a genuine, if slightly pained, laugh that comforts you. If she's well enough to laugh, she isn't truly gone.
"You're bad at this," she says jokingly.
"Aye, that I am," you reply in the same tone. I really, really am.
Suddenly, her voice becomes much more serious. "Thank you," she says without a hint of sarcasm.
"How polite."
You roll your eyes, and she laughs again.
The two of you sit awkwardly, not really knowing how to keep the conversation alive.
She states bluntly, "You have to go." It's not a command to leave, rather it's her saying what she knows you're thinking.
You sigh and nod. "I do."
As you stand back up, Elya says, "We should… do this more often."
"Have you cry on me?" you reply sarcastically.
This time, it's her turn to roll her eyes. "No, idiot, I mean talk. Just speak with each other. Like siblings."
"I'll keep it in mind," you say back, tone joking. But the words are grave. You can't confirm whether you'll be able to just… speak with her. You don't know how long you'll even be in Wrido.
With that final vague statement, you exit her room and shut the door behind you.
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