She felt her heart grow heavy as he explained to her what he’d witnessed, the pain being unimaginable. Her family had died, and she was alone, but they didn’t pass painfully. It was quick, for the most part. She watched as he avoided eye contact with her, able to make out the tears that gathered in his eyes. She could tell how badly this has scarred him, and he must’ve been incredibly young to witness that, to have to bury their bodies. She wasn’t sure that there was anything in her power that would make him forget such a trauma, that would ease him. Though, when she heard his voice crack, she knew she should at least attemp. She set her spoon down and reach across the table, taking his hand and giving it a small squeeze.<br/><br/>“That’s awful. I know that there isn’t much I can do to help but...people die. People die and sometimes there isn’t anything that you can do about it. You couldn’t have saved them, so if you feel even the slightest bit guilty for anything, don’t. You buried them, you helped them, that was incredibly kind. I’m sorry that you had to witness someone’s death but...sometimes that happens.” She’d seen death before, but sometimes it’s harder to shake than some. She lied to him before when she said her mom had died from cancer, she didn’t, but he didn’t know that yet. She wanted to find a way to let him know he wasn’t alone in that sort, so she gave him a small smile. “My mom didn’t die of cancer, she killed herself in our kitchen. I was sitting on the couch and she just..killed herself, left me the note. I tried to stop the bleeding but...so I understand what it’s like to be helpless, because I couldn’t even save my own mom. The world sucks, we have to play with the cards we’re dealt.”  She offered another small smile as she saw him staring into his empty bowl. She stood up, letting go of his hand and carefully took their bowls and set them onto the ‘counter’. She sat back down, sighing softly.<br/><br/>“Alright, let’s steer away from the depressing stuff because you being sad is making me sad.” She attempted to cheer him up, even if it was to no avail. She cleared her throat and stretched before sitting up in her chair. “Okay, fun facts about me. I was born on Valentines Day, when I was six I flooded my house by leaving the bath and sink running,” she laughed gently st the memories, trying to think of more. “Uhh I broke my arm trying to do gymnastics, I was awful. Oh, one second.” She reaches across and grabbed her backpack, unzipping it and digging around inside before pulling out an old, battered, stuffed purple zebra. “I’ve had this since I was a baby, this is by far the most valuable thing ever,” she laughed and set it on the table, leaning back and glancing Arc over. She still got butterflies when she looked to him, it was a strange feeling. “What about you?”