[Apparently the wrong thing to say, Teddy. Kraken's mouth twists into a subtly unhappy frown, but deeply meant. The corners of his eyes crinkle with regret, as he opens his mouth and says;]
The living. You are the living. And you are all the same. I'm sorry.
[Sorry that he doesn't have his answers. Sorry that he has to do this. But he must. He takes inevitable steps forward, meeting him halfway, stumbling then running at him, the wicked edge ready to come down. But even as he does, strangely enough he's not taking any measures to defend himself.]
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The living. You are the living. And you are all the same. I'm sorry.
[Sorry that he doesn't have his answers. Sorry that he has to do this. But he must. He takes inevitable steps forward, meeting him halfway, stumbling then running at him, the wicked edge ready to come down. But even as he does, strangely enough he's not taking any measures to defend himself.]