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his was strange.Even as a foal, Benedict had not been privy to comfort. His parents were hard of heart, public figureheads. They hadn't been able to provide comfort to their only son in the eyes of the world. He never faulted them for it, but it only made it strange when others willingly gave him comforting words or notions. He smiled, still sad and far away, and gave a nod to Veil. "Thank you." It was all he could offer her, for he wasn't sure what was right or wrong in such a situation.
She proclaimed that his family and friends resided in the sky. Heaven. Ah, a concept he didn't quite believe in. He didn't say it to her though, following the woman's gaze to look at the darkening sky. Soon they'd have to part ways. He had to go back to the Dusk Court, his place of residence. It was not proper to be out so late. He shakes back to earth when she utters blood? The man nods, raising a hoof to tap at a vein on his neck. "Blood."
But Veil was full of words. Questions or statements, she was eager to learn more. Jane was busy, and her friend was lonely. Veil wasn't busy. She was lonely, so she wandered in search of entertainment. He could understand that. Benedict was good with his own company, but others weren't. They weren't good or close friends with themselves. He had time to be alone and process. He felt alone in crowds. "You can visit" he says to Veil, gesturing to the world, to where Dusk was on the road.
He lowered his hoof to the ground. "If Jane is busy, you can visit me."
