[Even now that the man isn't wrapped up in their arms, Rue still rests a paw against Fjord's hand while he speaks, listening to every word in their quiet growing horror.
Not that they can boast a perfectly happy, well-adjusted, normal childhood, but how is it that every single individual Rue meets in this place has been left so traumatized by the adults in their lives, still so hurt even today? Fjord draws their attention back to the film playing out on the screen - where little Rue is waiting on tippy-toes on the shore for their hat to be retrieved - to the sunken ships decorating the horizon.
Sending children out to do that man's dirty work, just for a profit.]
And what of your life after that? [And even in the heaviness of the subject, Rue can't help the small smile in their eyes, teasing.] When you grew?
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Not that they can boast a perfectly happy, well-adjusted, normal childhood, but how is it that every single individual Rue meets in this place has been left so traumatized by the adults in their lives, still so hurt even today? Fjord draws their attention back to the film playing out on the screen - where little Rue is waiting on tippy-toes on the shore for their hat to be retrieved - to the sunken ships decorating the horizon.
Sending children out to do that man's dirty work, just for a profit.]
And what of your life after that? [And even in the heaviness of the subject, Rue can't help the small smile in their eyes, teasing.] When you grew?