{AN: Hope you don't mind that I left-aligned it! It gets so hard to read when it's scrunched at the side. ^^;}
Oh, no, oh my....
Tears really did begin to form in the girl's eyes, and Dorian was swift to mentally berate himself to the ends of the earth. He'd tried to comfort her, and here he was using the worst metaphor imagineable for the situation at hand. How stupid was he!
He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if Morana was dwelling over the guilt. He wouldn't be surprised. As her free hand stroked the cross, he imagined that she herself was digging her own grave. The thought was unsettling.
"All children..." he murmured after a moment of heavy consideration. "All children g-go to Hhheaven. G-Go to a hhhhappy place...by the ssssun. I think, from wh-where she is....she keh is ssssmiling down on you. There are nnnno hard....f-feelings in Heaven."