Moonspear the smallest steps bring about the most lasting change.

It would've been easy for Fig to look away, hide his eyes from the pain he caused her. She would never know he'd been a coward, but he would know. And so, he faced it. He watched her heart break, watched her shut down and try to mask the hurt with a sardonic comment. It was horrible to see. Horrible to know it was his fault. Horrible to feel like the most selfish creature on the planet. Horrible to know he needed to be so horrible.

Fig swallowed a lump in his throat, uncertain where to go from here. He'd made such a mess of this and they both would be miserable for it for days. Part of him wanted to give her another hug and then just leave to sort out his thoughts and feelings. But that would be too cruel. They'd waited too long for it to just end on this awful note. So, he would try.

"We all do eventually," Fig reassured her quietly, hoping she wouldn't scoff at the sentiment. He really did believe that, though he suspected she might not be willing to hear it yet.

"Hey, enough about me," Fig said then, trying to smile and take on a more casual tone, "What about you? Have you found what you're looking for?"