[ He's young, and this loss is immense. Bruce doesn't begrudge anyone dwelling on it — he himself has long since learnt not to worry too much about grief. It will come, in waves, in single spies. Someone who looks familiar on a corner. A twist of movement. Again, and again, relentless. ]
I'm sorry for your loss.
[ He's outlived a son. On his Earth, people would say there's nothing worse than the loss of a child. ]
A friend of mine would say what we can do is hope.
[ Maybe. Bruce doesn't believe that himself, but for the purpose of consolation, he can. ]
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I'm sorry for your loss.
[ He's outlived a son. On his Earth, people would say there's nothing worse than the loss of a child. ]
A friend of mine would say what we can do is hope.
[ Maybe. Bruce doesn't believe that himself, but for the purpose of consolation, he can. ]