A concerned gasp slipped out of his mouth, perhaps more startled then he should be at the sight of tears. Considering the end of times was currently underway, one could hardly blame them.
“H-hey, everything’s gonna be okay, Bardot-san! You’re safe here!” He attempts to assure, lightly placing his hand on his arm.
“I’m sorry… I…”
Weakly, she wrapped a calloused hand around the boy’s wrist. The fact that he looked like a shorter version of her twin helped somewhat.
“I miss my f-family… Mama… Papa… my brother… I… M’sorry…”
She let out a choked sob, tears streaming down her cheeks before wrapping strong arms around the other blond, burying her face in his shoulder. She babbled a little in French, voice thick with tears.
Then, Rebecca finally pulled away, wiping at her eyes with her long sleeves and sniffling somewhat.
“Oh, That? It’s fine..!” He tried to sound reassuring, or reassured, or, well, something but only ended sounding awkward. Handling things delicately was not his forte.
“Um, are you feeling okay now?”
“No, I’m not.”
The reality of the situation was finally hitting her, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. She let out a choked keening noise before burying her face in her hands.
She wanted her brother. She wanted her mother. She wanted her father.
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