Greta nods, brow furrowing when he takes a fortifying swig. That his parents were awful is something she already knew, and when he'd first told her of them, she'd got the sense that Thomas and his sister were better served by their deaths than by their lives.
Back home, losing one's parents was a too-common tragedy. It had seemed like a horrible sort of silver lining to think that his, at least, were no great loss.
But it's one thing to think their deaths might have been a relief, and another to hear that they were deliberate, and that was Lucille who had killed them both. It gives her a chill even as her heart aches in sympathy for him. He was only a child when it happened -- they were both just children. It makes the murders more horrifying, but it must have made it all more horrifying for Thomas, too. For god's sake, it's not as if he'd asked Lucille to do such a thing.
"That's terrible," she says, curling her hands around her mug for the warmth. A small, hopeful part of her wonders if that's all there is to it -- if he blames himself for Lucille's actions, and that's why he's so ashamed and hesitant to speak on it. But this hasn't been a good evening as far as fulfilling her hopes goes, and her fingers tighten in mute apprehension as she waits for him to continue.
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Date: 2018-03-11 02:56 am (UTC)Back home, losing one's parents was a too-common tragedy. It had seemed like a horrible sort of silver lining to think that his, at least, were no great loss.
But it's one thing to think their deaths might have been a relief, and another to hear that they were deliberate, and that was Lucille who had killed them both. It gives her a chill even as her heart aches in sympathy for him. He was only a child when it happened -- they were both just children. It makes the murders more horrifying, but it must have made it all more horrifying for Thomas, too. For god's sake, it's not as if he'd asked Lucille to do such a thing.
"That's terrible," she says, curling her hands around her mug for the warmth. A small, hopeful part of her wonders if that's all there is to it -- if he blames himself for Lucille's actions, and that's why he's so ashamed and hesitant to speak on it. But this hasn't been a good evening as far as fulfilling her hopes goes, and her fingers tighten in mute apprehension as she waits for him to continue.