[NO TEAM ROCKET THIS TIME... and it speaks to just how hard Wrath's entire world was rocked that he doesn't care. Like... at all. Even with the memories being re-introduced into the unstable ecosystem of his mind like rehabbed animals, the way that Dante's Sins had fallen apart was so spectacular that his fervent loyalty to Team Rocket feels... silly, childish in hindsight.]
[He nods, still staring ahead-- it's hard to look anywhere else, in the same way that getting out from under a weighted blanket is hard.]
[Home? He'd been so afraid that it wouldn't be... but that doesn't mean he'd really figured out what to do if it was.]
[With considerable effort, he turns his head to look at Envy. The Cubone (still dutifully finishing his water) is a serviceable space-taker-upper between them that relieves any of the potential awkwardness that sitting directly next to each other would bring, but Wrath's expression is... not afraid, but... timid. A little guilty, even. So Envy's not alone in the shame department.]
... I wasn't... sure if anyone would be here.
[Or if he'd be let in, quite frankly. He trails off there, swallowing. There are words, surely... but they're locking up again. Envy's not angry, that much is clear, and a relief... but even so, what does he say? After a moment of clearly struggling to speak, he adds:]
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[He nods, still staring ahead-- it's hard to look anywhere else, in the same way that getting out from under a weighted blanket is hard.]
[Home? He'd been so afraid that it wouldn't be... but that doesn't mean he'd really figured out what to do if it was.]
[With considerable effort, he turns his head to look at Envy. The Cubone (still dutifully finishing his water) is a serviceable space-taker-upper between them that relieves any of the potential awkwardness that sitting directly next to each other would bring, but Wrath's expression is... not afraid, but... timid. A little guilty, even.
So Envy's not alone in the shame department.]... I wasn't... sure if anyone would be here.
[Or if he'd be let in, quite frankly. He trails off there, swallowing. There are words, surely... but they're locking up again. Envy's not angry, that much is clear, and a relief... but even so, what does he say? After a moment of clearly struggling to speak, he adds:]
... Glad... that you are.