You think I haven't tried?! My whole life, I've done my best, I've worked hard, I've lied with everything I had and I've never ever gotten any of it right! So how-

[ Tears break from her eyes and stream down her cheeks, an overflowing of immense frustration with nowhere else to go. Even having felt them coming, they catch her off guard and she furiously scrubs her sleeve off her eyes to try and wipe them away.

When she lowers her arm, she seems... disarmed, somehow. As though that pause for breath had given her the time to regain some control over herself.

She doesn't meet his eyes. ]

. . . Right. It must sound easy to someone like you.

[ "- something like you."

It isn't cruel or dismissive - just an acknowledgement of the gulf of difference between them. It's just as he'd said - she's human. And Oberon is...

What is he? A Servant, sure. That's already one step removed. But he talks sometimes like something very old and very tired - much more so than most of the other Servants scattered around the city.

That screaming, howling void in the sky...

Of course she would seem so unimaginably small and simple to a creature like that. ]