[....Oh no, the...really nice singing human is...crying? Yes. Crying. Good. Let her cry over her pathetic, fallen human comrade. Astarte tries to ignore the Presence as she shuffles towards Christine. Ok, so...how does a human comfort another human?
...
She...awkwardly pats Christine's head as she looks at the body. Oh, wait, no, her shoulder makes more sense.]
Curtain
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She...awkwardly pats Christine's head as she looks at the body. Oh, wait, no, her shoulder makes more sense.]
There, there.
[Pretty sure that's how it works.]
Its ok.
[Right? Is Christine comforted yet?]