[The silence that comes after that last text of Luther's is the kind that's thick, and hangs in the air so long it seems like it might choke all the oxygen from the room until you're eventually reminded you don't need words to breathe.
Diego just doesn't know how to respond to it at all. In some ways, he thinks, maybe it's true. It's a nice sentiment to cling to in the dark. But reality is a deeper kind of dark than that, it clouds everything else in ways no nice sentiment or bright hope can light any way to get out of.
They should. Do better. Try harder. Be better. With the world. And especially with each other.
But Diego's not sure it's that simple, either. And he lets the text continue being read, but otherwise ignored.]
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[ Luther sees that read icon -- he knows what it means now, thanks -- and keeps tinkering with a response, aborted sentences and questions and a nudge to prompt Diego to say something. ]
[ But in the end, he just lets it taper back out, and doesn't respond either. ]
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Diego just doesn't know how to respond to it at all. In some ways, he thinks, maybe it's true. It's a nice sentiment to cling to in the dark. But reality is a deeper kind of dark than that, it clouds everything else in ways no nice sentiment or bright hope can light any way to get out of.
They should.
Do better.
Try harder.
Be better.
With the world. And especially with each other.
But Diego's not sure it's that simple, either.
And he lets the text continue being read, but otherwise ignored.]
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[ But in the end, he just lets it taper back out, and doesn't respond either. ]