here when its hard

Oh, Art he thought softly. He hated this, hated how those he loved were in near-constant pain, and he could not fix it. Could not take it away. Art leaned against him, and the old Warlord hooked a paw gently around him, and gave his back a gentle pat. Giving Art a chance to let out his grief.

“She saw you as you were, what you are, and what you will be. We all do, Art. Your fearless, and noble, and you don’t give up. Resin, she already knew all of that, she knew that you loved her, and she you. What she wanted was to keep the image of her in your heart of who she was. Who she is at her core. What you can do to honor her isn’t about your last words to her, it's about honoring her. Remembering her, and doing right by her.”

“I’m here, I’m here, let it out” Sirius advised, running slow circles along Arts back with his paw. He held him gently, letting the boy cry.

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