There is no universe where Dyssia doesn't try for the hug.

It's not a decision she's making, right? Bone-deep. Instinctual. Written in--

Shit, fuck, that's. That's a bad comparison to give right now. Note to self, erase 'bone-deep' from personal lexicon, at least around Mosaic. No, upgrade that to in general.

Point is, Mosaic is. 

You can't not offer hugs to someone hurting so bad. 

Carefully, eyeing the claws, watching for the first twitch of discomfort, the first hint of a facial tic that might signal that…

Please accept this, Mosaic? 

"That's... a lot, is. Is an understatement."

A new god? Planets of--one planet of the dead? She's not gonna remember all this she needs to write it down so she can--

But one question looms over the rest.

"Have you… No, no, rather. Why-- If it cleanses hearts that are in pain--"

[i]How come you haven't used it on yourself?[/i]

You can read the words on her face. She's not comfortable with them existing in her head, much less speaking them aloud. It cuts much too close to a basement ship room, dark, dingy, full of drones.

"… You're in a lot of pain, Mosaic."