[It's surprisingly immediate. At least, to Mikleo it is. As much as he wants to be strong and not cry, to help Sorey get through the pain, it's just not going to happen. He has about as much chance as a reed hut surviving a hurricane.
The water seraph rests his chin over Sorey's shoulder and the tears just fall. His shoulders shake as he tries not to sob or wail like a dying thing, but soft, high-pitched whimpers escape him involuntarily. He grips at Sorey like a life preserve and only barely manages to get out a sentence with any semblance of being understood:]
Sh-shut up and grieve, damn it.
[His tone is harsher than he intends it to be, but it's hard when he's fighting to keep from waking everyone else up with his weeping.]
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The water seraph rests his chin over Sorey's shoulder and the tears just fall. His shoulders shake as he tries not to sob or wail like a dying thing, but soft, high-pitched whimpers escape him involuntarily. He grips at Sorey like a life preserve and only barely manages to get out a sentence with any semblance of being understood:]
Sh-shut up and grieve, damn it.
[His tone is harsher than he intends it to be, but it's hard when he's fighting to keep from waking everyone else up with his weeping.]