Hard not to, mate, [ charles answers with a half-grimace, and then immediately realises that it's an absolute shit answer. ]
Let's just say I've dealt with a lot of death.
[ in the past thirty-five years, how many times have they looked into a case, just to see the client's family mourning, or their client themselves mourning for the life they've lost, or someone else, long passed — through it all, charles is far more familiar with the sadness of loss than he is with most other things.
but, in the end, that's not entirely the whole truth, is it? no; it's something far, far more personal than that. and so he stuffs his hands in his pockets and adds, ] And honestly? Because I feel that way, too. Like a part of me's just — gone.
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Let's just say I've dealt with a lot of death.
[ in the past thirty-five years, how many times have they looked into a case, just to see the client's family mourning, or their client themselves mourning for the life they've lost, or someone else, long passed — through it all, charles is far more familiar with the sadness of loss than he is with most other things.
but, in the end, that's not entirely the whole truth, is it? no; it's something far, far more personal than that. and so he stuffs his hands in his pockets and adds, ] And honestly? Because I feel that way, too. Like a part of me's just — gone.