[ Hermione doesn't want to say she understands; she doesn't want Erik to think that her empathy comes from a place of falsehood, but she doesn't know if offering her own experiences would do anything to ease the pain in his heart. She's lost so much, too - family, friends, herself, all of it a tangled mess inside of her, but... She doesn't think that would help him.
Instead, she squeezes his hand, holding onto him gently.
It's the best she can do. ]
It changes, but it doesn't go away. That sort of pain isn't a scar, or something you can just.. Cover up. It's more like a scab, really. It heals, and you know it's there, but you can pretend it doesn't hurt as long as you don't touch it. Sometimes something else rips it open, though... And there's no hiding from it anymore.
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Instead, she squeezes his hand, holding onto him gently.
It's the best she can do. ]
It changes, but it doesn't go away. That sort of pain isn't a scar, or something you can just.. Cover up. It's more like a scab, really. It heals, and you know it's there, but you can pretend it doesn't hurt as long as you don't touch it. Sometimes something else rips it open, though... And there's no hiding from it anymore.