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[darkov]

[Martin's posture shifts a little as he tries to place what he means. a faint bit of anxiety flutters in his stomach before dissolving, but it does enough to have him scour recent memory for what Rex is referring to.

what he told him. he tells him a lot of things, and none of them about the possibility of having to put down a treasured person -- a family member.]

I don't know what you mean.

[he finally looks back, squinting a little for some sign of clue on Rex himself.]

[ct_7567]

I told you, once, that the best way to honour someone's life is to carry them with you. To respect the things that you had learned from them, if you thought them to be right.

[ Martin doesn't remember - or if he had, it's not something he's actively thinking about. But he absorbed it nonetheless. Maybe he's gotten better at dealing with grief, after all that he's been through. Or perhaps he's just puzzling his way through it, bashing it into different shapes to try to make it make sense. ]

You're carrying her with you.

[darkov]

...

[his gaze flickers away as he processes the weight of that answer. the weight of...carrying another person. their lessons.

is that the heavy feeling in his chest? is it the same for Rex?

he nods vaguely, starting to turn away from the window, his eyes settling on the unfinished laundry on the bed.]

Do you want help finishing up?

[ct_7567]

...no. No, that's fine. I can handle it. [ God knows he should be able to handle that much without melting down again. He probably will after Martin leaves the room, but he'll maintain as much dignity as he can. ]

Go say hello to Andy. Help her get dinner on.

[ Even if that just means picking out take-out. ]

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[darkov]

...Yes, sir.

[there's more he should do or say, Martin thinks. there's some gap he's not filling to make this better -- not right, because he certainly knows he'd never be able to do that. but...turning away, leaving Rex with the silence of Cassandra's room...

was it really enough to try comforting him? trying is, after all, the only thing he believes himself truly capable of. but trying to help Rex isn't the same as doing it, and despite the weight of weariness pressing down upon him, stifling the means to exert so much effort and care, Martin still does care.

he hates what this has all come to. she was right. they deserve better. Rex does. there shouldn't have to be more wars to fight -- especially among each other, against their wills.

he's finally, really grasping onto that and believing. they deserve better than this.]