He makes a hesitant, unsure little noise. He's not sure how Six wouldn't get it either, but Six is also very strange and seemed very confused while they were talking. More important though is this age thing as Gyre realizes he hasn't actually fully explained what he knows about this to uh anyone.
"For us, they've been around that long. For them, ah, whenever they die, they wake up in the next year." He pauses for a moment here, his shoulders drooping, his fingers curling almost anxiously on top of Luka's hand. This makes him absolutely miserable. "Do you remember the children we met? In the past? That was them. They've been growing up in... this. In spurts. The ones who have been killed only have a few days to grow, but some of them get to live through a whole year before... before this happens to them again."
He pauses again, swallowing roughly. His voice is beginning to break up as all the stress of the day, the days, wraps its hands around his throat. He's a little surprised to realize his eyes are wet. Weird!
"The animals, they're killed every year. Fen says they're only a few hundred days old. They're children." He brings his free hand up to his face, rubbing over his cheeks. "That's what Five told me anyway," he murmurs, trailing off finally. This is a thing he's been circling back to over and over again since Five told him about it, so it's no surprise he's gotten stuck here again, barely even hearing the comment Luka makes about Eight.
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"For us, they've been around that long. For them, ah, whenever they die, they wake up in the next year." He pauses for a moment here, his shoulders drooping, his fingers curling almost anxiously on top of Luka's hand. This makes him absolutely miserable. "Do you remember the children we met? In the past? That was them. They've been growing up in... this. In spurts. The ones who have been killed only have a few days to grow, but some of them get to live through a whole year before... before this happens to them again."
He pauses again, swallowing roughly. His voice is beginning to break up as all the stress of the day, the days, wraps its hands around his throat. He's a little surprised to realize his eyes are wet. Weird!
"The animals, they're killed every year. Fen says they're only a few hundred days old. They're children." He brings his free hand up to his face, rubbing over his cheeks. "That's what Five told me anyway," he murmurs, trailing off finally. This is a thing he's been circling back to over and over again since Five told him about it, so it's no surprise he's gotten stuck here again, barely even hearing the comment Luka makes about Eight.