[ There may be glass and whiskey all over the bar counter, but Aventurine doesn't seem to care as he lowers his face into his hands, then sighs softly into them.
The memories had initially been a shock, but he's realizing now that they'll continue for the rest of this week. He's quiet as he processes the memory that he'd just been forced to relive, closes his eyes tight to hear his sister's voice once more.
When he reopens them, he lifts his head just enough to peek over the tips of his fingers, staring into nothing in particular. ]
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The memories had initially been a shock, but he's realizing now that they'll continue for the rest of this week. He's quiet as he processes the memory that he'd just been forced to relive, closes his eyes tight to hear his sister's voice once more.
When he reopens them, he lifts his head just enough to peek over the tips of his fingers, staring into nothing in particular. ]
Yeah.
[ What else is he supposed to say? ]