Redhawk Caldera Don’t let this touch you

He hadn’t expected Maia to look so crestfallen when he mentioned Wraen’s name. Confusion might’ve made sense, but not sadness. His heart clenched when he felt the weight of the truth gather, to fall on his shoulders just as expected. He assumed the worst, in a heartbeat- and wasn’t wrong. 

He recalled Wraen being ill. He experienced a mild feeling of déjà-vu, as though perhaps someone had told him already. But then again, he’d been told so many times already that someone he loved had passed away, that it was getting harder and harder not to get them confused. 

He regretted not stopping by sooner to apologize. He’d never get to, now. And while Maia felt that she would have wanted him to settle with his family, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. His head lowered and he sighed. He remembered, then, how close Maia and Wraen had been, and looked up. ”I’m really sorry to hear that, Maia. Wraen was one of a kind. When I wasn’t being a complete asshat, I really looked up to her. And even when I was being a complete asshat, she still tolerated me.” He said. At least, until he’d gotten to the point of being insolent and rude. As much as it grieved him to find out about Wraen, he could only imagine how hard it had been on Maia.