pure sweet violent hearts

"Just Eshe, now," she responded, sounding a bit morose. Riordan was still a bit fixated on his own thoughts and so he didn't quite hear the name (or so Java is saying, because timelines), but he noticed the seriousness in Bhreac's tone as she tried to casually mention a very bad day. He was curious, but he wouldn't pry. The man watched her for a moment, unsure of what he could say that might perhaps ease the tension from the conversation (or perhaps remove some of the sadness from her soul), but he came up with nothing.

"Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin." he finally said, tasting the language of his father and finding it strange upon his tongue. "There's no place like home," he translated next, with a brief look upon Bhreac's face. Riordan was sincere, but he never had to deal with loss in his life - not true loss. Death had not dealt any substantial blow to his family as far as he was aware, and it seemed like Bhreac's story was far darker than his own. He didn't know what to do about that. "I hope you find a good one."