you feel so tired but you can't sleep

He wasn't sure whether or not Poem would want to talk, or if she'd shut down. Hell, maybe she'd even remind him that she wasn't in the mood for company. Regardless of the outcome he felt it important to tell her that he could relate, in a way, despite the age difference between them - he knew how losing family felt, even if Shaye's death hadn't hit him personally quite as hard as it had her. Either way he was relieved when she didn't deny his company, knowing well that loneliness during a time like this would only make things harder for her. Sure, the thought of company might not be appealing, but sometimes it was necessary to be surrounded by loved ones to begin to heal, even if you didn't want it at the time.

Still... he wasn't usually overly emotional. Sometimes he struggled with stuff in his own head, but he didn't usually talk about his feelings of grief and regret in front of others, even his family. His brow furrow as he tried to hold back the tears that had suddenly started to burn at his eyes. He stood strong as Poem leaned against him, though slowly reclined himself, feeling like he might need to steady himself too. "I know it is," he agreed softly. "I hate the whole... 'I know how it feels' thing everyone likes to say... but I do know. I think about my parents and my sister all the time. Even now." Maybe they hadn't gone quite like Shaye, but he had no doubt his parents were long gone now, and his sister's fate - as uncertain as it was - wasn't too hard to guess. The thought made his heart ache, and he felt tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "I don't think we deserve it. I think it just happens. And as much as it sucks, I think we're stronger for it. Maybe that's part of why Abaven has lasted for so long." Through all the grief and strife they'd waded through, they still persevered - that was what Abaven was all about, and always had been. And though Corvus didn't always feel stronger for it, in a way he knew he was, and knew they all were.