Wearily, Wearily, Wearily, Wearily, Life Is But A Dream... [Calypso/Rasuca]

Calypso couldn't make much sense of the current situation, the only form of comfort she had was in attempting to be close to Rasuca, but she immediately discovered even THAT was harmful, seeing the tendrils snap and strike at him. She felt hopeless, she felt like her presence was only hurting someone she cared about. She didn't know what to even do at this point, golden tears streaming from her eyes as she grew silent, her face becoming hidden by the floor as she felt as if she was buckling into herself. And then, whatever could be called her ears piqued at his voice, soon her face looking up to him. She held confusion in her multicolored eyes, towards him asking why she wasn't angry.

"A-Angry..? Why would I be angry?"

Though she felt the tides of emotion around her, she didn't fully understand them, she didn't understand the child before her, at all. Everything felt fragmented and garbled, fogged by distressed emotions. Her head dipped as he began speaking of her having no control over herself, simply riding on her emotions as they came, which only made her quiet down emotionally. Her eyes were tired, as she slowly released Rasuca's leg, moving away from him, sitting on whatever could be called her knees as her body reformed just a little more, slowly raising her head to look at him.

"..I'm letting my emotions affect you, huh? I'm sorry for hurting you, Rasuca..."

She dried her tears, her panic slowly ceasing as she was catching up to what was happening, her heart thumping in her chest,

"..Look, what can I do to make things better? I mean, you're way more sensitive to this.. So what do you think I should do?"