[Crane lifts a finger from his bundle to adjust his glasses: moving his arms to circle his collection. The silence of the clearing is punctured only by the voice of an associate. He shakes his head at that and offers a small smile. He cannot deny this man is proving useful.
His cold expression fades as crystals fall and tumble into the sack. Their release is a load off his arms - but not his mind - and colour tints his face.]
Everybody has something to say about everything. You cannot blame them for joining in.
[One can see he is refusing to acknowledge his situation, refusing to share emotion. Sharing it has never brought him good fortune.]
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His cold expression fades as crystals fall and tumble into the sack. Their release is a load off his arms - but not his mind - and colour tints his face.]
Everybody has something to say about everything. You cannot blame them for joining in.
[One can see he is refusing to acknowledge his situation, refusing to share emotion. Sharing it has never brought him good fortune.]