Nigredo said nothing, and in the silence, the other spoke. Making up for the breather from a minute ago. And if Nigredo was calm and quiet, this one was the opposite, and Senna had to say--she preferred the normal Nigredo. Because this one’s rants were just…. She had half a mind to just ignore, but when it leaned in, she reached out and flicked it in the forehead. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gotta learn that some people don’t care what you have to say.”

The girl sighed loudly, leaning a hand on her hip. “Don’t talk to me if you want a reaction. It’s Nigredo’s business how he feels, right? And nothing’s constant anyway.” Which was how Senna lived, and probably the only way she could. If that was not a permanent fact, the girl would not be able to move. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Besides, actions in the past don’t define the future.” True or false to the words, this was accurate. “So who cares what happened? It matters what happens now.”

Senna was talking to the shade the whole time, but she hoped to hell that Nigredo was at least listening. Kid had issues, more than he was willing to say, but even if some of that stuff was true. It wasn’t for her to hold judgments on him--her, of all people. People lived and existed, struggled to maintain themselves in sometimes wretched ways, and Senna knew that. More than anyone. "Keeping your self," she murmured. "Is more important than almost anything."

Because Senna had let go, hadn't she? She had decided to die rather than remain to watch others die. But that... Was neither here or there.