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[waytodie]

[Her hair is in two messy twin braids. Her eyes are glassy. The sharp-eyed might notice she's probably, definitely drunk. The less-so might just assume she's overly tired. Her tongue presses into her cheek as she considers how to start this one, but in the end she just rips the bandaid off quickly: ]

So, tell me, how is it that you handle grief?

[She probably won't be elaborating on why she's asking, unless she has a certain level of familiarity with you, but you can try. People closest to her probably already know what this is really about: Her sister is gone. From Moorecroft. From Etraya. From the top side of the dirt. Gone and back to dead, and Yelena is spiraling.]

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[abit_ofboth]

I suppose that is true. It really only took one person to turn everything around for me at least.

In my experience, yes you remain yourself. Though I understand why you might feel that way. I have simply found personally that changing my reactions to things didn’t change the core of my being. Though I can only speak for myself.

Any time. Even if there is no crisis, if you should ever want some company, feel free to contact me.

[waytodie]

That's kind of lovely, in a way. That you met someone who meant so much to you.

I suppose it may be different in practice, than how it sounds. And change is...unnerving, even if it's for the better.

I'll keep that in mind, too. I appreciate it.

[Trying to do this friendship thing is real weird, isn't it?]

[abit_ofboth]

He was special, to say the least. Not many have been able to break through my masks. It was almost impressive to see.

Change is hard, but is often worth it. Or at least that is what I have found.

You are most welcome.

[And how!]