"You can, but is that really acceptance?" Nyx countered. "When you accept a thing, or outcome, or even things out of your power - it gives you ability to move forward. When you don't allow the acceptance, then the misery follows." The Glaive shrugged with a smirk. "But accepting does not mean you don't have the right to the grief you may feel. Grieving is natural and should be done, but for most, the people you are grieving would also not want you to be miserable in their absence." There was a pause for a moment while he thought to those he lost. Hell, the entire Glaive company about. A good portion betrayed the crown and murdered their brothers and sisters in arms. Disgusting.
"I'm not telling you what to do, but maybe, just maybe... try what I suggest." He pointed. "You might find yourself smiling a little bit brighter." He shrugged.
Moving on immediately from the deep conversation and to those she were getting close to. "And now me." Nyx offered a bright, boyish grin that spoke volumes. "Though." He pointed to her. "This Galen boy." Leaning on the bar he looked to her. "You paused. Rocky pause, or intimate pause?" Nyx examined her for a moment and waved his hand some. "It's none of my business." Pouring more into her cup, Nyx smirked some. "Here have this pour on me." And now they had come full circle in their conversation. The same shitty Pancho's joke. Though, she was greeted with a friendly smile after he poured himself more hold his glass up to her.