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ANSWERED ASK - DIDYME

@wastheheart asked: “i appreciate your concern, but let me take care of myself. okay?" (for whoever you think vibes!)

Humans were full of sorrow. It was a condition of their very existence - something they must experience so they could appreciate joy. Didyme had grown accustomed to sensing it whenever she chose to move among them, choosing the right occasions to use her gift on them unsuspectingly. Though they must experience it, they did not always have to. Some sorrow was able to be dispersed to be felt another day, to stop the weight from crushing them. Some sorrow was particularly potent - as potent as blood from an open wound - and she had learnt to sniff it out just as easily.

She had followed the woman to the outskirts of town, toward a steep incline. Her sorrow seeped from her, covered head to toe in an invisible loss that Didyme felt reach for something deep within her own memories. Her youngest siblings cut down by war. You could have prevented it, you bastard! Fingers twitch, still feeling as though they were pounding against Aro's chest as she wept. Why me? Why me?! I should have died with them! A deep, deep, sorrow even her usual optimistic outlook could not fight. It had wanted to pull her in to itself, drown the life from her. That was what this woman felt now, she knew it. The cliff was calling her like a siren song, making whatever lay at its depths seem more appealing than what she had experienced in this life. She had stayed carefully behind her until they reached an opening, taking the opportunity to ask if she required assistance.

"Forgive me, my child, but I do not think you are entirely yourself right now." She knows the words must seem odd leaving her mouth. The woman looked at least 4 years her senior despite Didyme having more than three millennia on her. But something tells Didyme the woman needed a guiding presence more than anything right then.