[Ira doesn't acknowledge the tiny footsteps at first, still reeling and trying to calm himself down - never an easy task, for someone who knew nothing but anger and jealousy for so much of his life. Yet at the tiny voice, the apparent twenty-one year old looks up and-
...A kid. Whatever brought them here has dragged a little kid along, and she doesn't look much older than he actually is.
Something twists in his gut at the thought, something sickening that he thought he'd long since forgotten, but there it is. Despite it, he manages a wry smile. Trying to be reassuring.]
Something like that.
[Accent or no, it's better than this one girl he remembers vaguely. It's been so long ago, but he remembers how hard it was to really parse what she'd say. This girl, though - not so much.]
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...A kid. Whatever brought them here has dragged a little kid along, and she doesn't look much older than he actually is.
Something twists in his gut at the thought, something sickening that he thought he'd long since forgotten, but there it is. Despite it, he manages a wry smile. Trying to be reassuring.]
Something like that.
[Accent or no, it's better than this one girl he remembers vaguely. It's been so long ago, but he remembers how hard it was to really parse what she'd say. This girl, though - not so much.]