Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[Death knew what it like to feel lonely. It wasn't something she thought about much recently (where 'recently' was a much longer period of time than should be called 'recently'), but she had a long memory, and she easily recalled those last months in Gotham the last time. She knew how lonliness could be a weight that steadily dragged someone down. Maybe the twins weren't present in this world, in this time, but despair was something woven through Gotham even without her sister's presence.
And the admission of a family disrupted. Yes, that was within the fuzzy knowledge she held, the sharper awareness of what was in his eyes when he looked at the kids he'd encountered earlier. She nodded at his words, an acknowledgement that there were options. But she'd been witness enough to those wishing to be parents who had a struggle with it. She knew there wasn't anything other than trite words for such a moment, so she only nodded, tried to give him a smile, even one that came out a little sad. A sad smile, a probing look, and a sigh at how tired he seemed. Every one of his lived years.]
Thank you. And you know, you should be allowed, too. [And then a pause, a wondering if she should say the next thing on her mind. But why not...] Duane could use a friend other than his sister. He could use a mentor even more. [She shrugged again, this one accompanied by a smile that almost slid into a smirk. Almost.] If you know anyone that might be interested in that sort of thing.