[This, at least, she could relate to. Her mother, taken from her at an early age. Her father, leaving her to pursue his career. Loss was familiar, an old wound that she could take strength from, wall up behind, and use as a shield. Rei can empathize with you here.
A hand reaches up, holding a handkerchief, the insignia of her school emblazoned on the corner. Gently, she just wipes a tear away, and sets the cloth down in his hand, lightly pressing until he takes it.]
Who did he take, Helios-san? Its alright. You can tell me.
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A hand reaches up, holding a handkerchief, the insignia of her school emblazoned on the corner. Gently, she just wipes a tear away, and sets the cloth down in his hand, lightly pressing until he takes it.]
Who did he take, Helios-san? Its alright. You can tell me.