Do you got a first-aid kit handy?

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

Svetlana would listen, her silence holding respect for the man as he poured her feelings to her. Such emotion ruled his voice, and Svet would rest her head over his own, holding Leo close as he spoke on. Arian thought no one owuld care, but Leo clearly did. She was his sister, his kin. The femme would close her eyes, speaking in a soft tone only once he was done. “I think she knew, deep down. I think she knew you cared... But she was so far gone, so hurt, so torn, that nothing mattered anymore. That she wanted to go down fighting for her beliefs, her morals. One can only respect that.” Svetlana would open her eyes again.

“...and I know you’re holding it together for the sake of your mother and Ama but Leo... If you don’t cry you’re going to break. Listen to the emotion in your voice. Listen to how hurt you are. You need release.” Svet would lick his forehead. “I think if you didn’t cry it would be more concerning, my love. No one expects us to be together all the time... So if you need to you can cry with me. I’ll hold you, I’ll sing for you, and when finish you’ll feel a little better. Then, once more, you’ll be able to be there for Amalia and your mother too... For everyone who is counting on you. But right now you need a moment for yourself.”