"They wouldn't," Cole explains, as he walks over towards the bed. "I'm different."
It's just a statement of fact. Spirits are able to tell things that normal people can't. Ergo, Cole can easily see what's affecting him in a way that normal people couldn't. Without really thinking about it, Cole just sits down on the bed, right next to the burritoed skeleton.
He doesn't really know how he can help. This is far beyond what compassion can handle. But he's at least going to try.
"They're trying, though. They miss the old you. Sadness strikes, we should be able to do something, I miss him, I'm worried. But even when that hole is filled, when the blackness is banished, it won't be the old you. Not entirely." Just like how he can't be the old Cole or the old compassion. At least, not entirely.
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It's just a statement of fact. Spirits are able to tell things that normal people can't. Ergo, Cole can easily see what's affecting him in a way that normal people couldn't. Without really thinking about it, Cole just sits down on the bed, right next to the burritoed skeleton.
He doesn't really know how he can help. This is far beyond what compassion can handle. But he's at least going to try.
"They're trying, though. They miss the old you. Sadness strikes, we should be able to do something, I miss him, I'm worried. But even when that hole is filled, when the blackness is banished, it won't be the old you. Not entirely." Just like how he can't be the old Cole or the old compassion. At least, not entirely.
"It's something new."