[ River is right; better to talk about the people who disappear as stolen rather than missing. He's gotten better at not thinking about the faces behind the cameras these last few days - has had to, for the sake of his sanity. But this reminder is like being hit with a bucket of ice-water. He doesn't have any soothing words to offer, so he just whispers. ] I hate it, too.
[ Then, tentatively, he asks. ] Is there...anything I can do? [ He doubts it, but he wants to offer, because... well, because River is his friend. His first in a long time. And he thinks that this is probably what friends do ]
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[ Then, tentatively, he asks. ] Is there...anything I can do? [ He doubts it, but he wants to offer, because... well, because River is his friend. His first in a long time. And he thinks that this is probably what friends do ]