She feels his answer more than she hears it - it’s not just a simple splintering in her heart. It shatters for him in a way it has not in a long time (she doesn’t know that a broken heart is her default, that life has taken away pieces and pieces until there is little left). Agetta is determined not to cry, though she does not hide how much this truth of his has affected her because she does not want him to think her indifferent. The tears threaten and her midnight blue eyes swim with them for a moment but she bites her tongue, wills them to go away. She’s always been too empathetic for her own good, and she reminds herself that though she thinks she can feel his pain it is surely nothing compared to what he is actually feeling.
Her tears won’t help him, won’t fix the ache in his soul. There’s nothing in her that can do that. Perhaps her friendship can be some reprieve but it’s such a small, minor thing.
Agetta moves out of instinct, and though she will stop her advance if he should wish it, she goes to hug him. It’s more contact than they have ever shared, but cold-skin or not, if he allows her to she will hold him tight for as long as he will tolerate her closeness.
It’s the only thing she has to offer him.
Once she’s sure her voice won’t shake too much, she whispers a response. “I’m sorry, Kensley.” It’s not her fault, but she’s sorry all the same that this is the hand he has been dealt. It’s not fair. “Is there anything I can do? Anything anyone can do? Perhaps someone with magic…”
Since having her memories erased, magic is now a neutral thing to Agetta. She has known awful magicians, had been murdered by one, but he had not used his magic to kill her. Surely, she thinks, there must be someone other than Carnage out there with magic - surely someone can do something to help Kensley.
If he wants to be helped.
@[kensley]