[Charles put an arm around Erik and slowly moved to help him up to his feet, sticking close for warmth and support and reassurance that this was real and actually happening. He glanced up when he spoke, and quickly looked down again when he spoke.]
I know. [There's a part of him that feels like he should say more than that, because while he can't blame him for wanting revenge, or for killing someone who'd wanted to commit genocide, he can't really fully condone it, either. And again, there was the horrible, nagging memory of what it had felt like to have a coin shoved through your forehead, so he kept his mouth shut.
It was easier to just tighten his arm around his friend and focus on starting to wade back towards the hotel, even though he was still afraid. He'd still rather take his chances of getting out of this alive than freezing to death out in the snow.]
[Spam]
I know. [There's a part of him that feels like he should say more than that, because while he can't blame him for wanting revenge, or for killing someone who'd wanted to commit genocide, he can't really fully condone it, either. And again, there was the horrible, nagging memory of what it had felt like to have a coin shoved through your forehead, so he kept his mouth shut.
It was easier to just tighten his arm around his friend and focus on starting to wade back towards the hotel, even though he was still afraid. He'd still rather take his chances of getting out of this alive than freezing to death out in the snow.]