[ As soon as the execution's over, as soon as the lights come back on, Black's nearly tripping over himself to get to Sigrun and tackle her into a hug (sorry, Cherryblod, you're sort of caught in this too). He's shit at comfort, but this, this he knows how to do, and he doesn't know what to say except get as tight a grip on her as he can.
He's livid, right now, because Sigrun—their brave and kind and noble leader—is so hurt over this. Someone who tries her best, who holds to high standards and "no mistakes" and every week, he's sure, is another mistake thrown in her face because it's one more person she couldn't protect or be a proper leader to.
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He's livid, right now, because Sigrun—their brave and kind and noble leader—is so hurt over this. Someone who tries her best, who holds to high standards and "no mistakes" and every week, he's sure, is another mistake thrown in her face because it's one more person she couldn't protect or be a proper leader to.
...he's squeezing as hard as he can. ]