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RE:ch. O1 | Where to Begin...
Clasping her hands together and letting her gaze fall to her feet, she tried to make sense further of everything, but perhaps it was best that she left it out of her mind for now. She desperately wanted to get everything figured out for him, but then again, if she got too distressed, she wouldn't be much help anyway. She would simply have to go after the facts later; organize them in her thoughts, take what she knew and start applying things.
Pausing in her thoughts, Freya looked up at him when she heard him ask a question to himself outloud. "Hm?" She was prepared to ask him to elaborate on what in particular, or if he perhaps meant everything, but she felt concern wash over her once more when he clenched his wrist and soon after as he yelled and even cried. She had nearly cried out herself, shocked and terrified for him. Considering his body and all the mysteries, they could never be too safe about what was going on. "F-Forge! What's wrong!?" One hand flew to rest on his arm while the hovered near his hand, afraid to do anything more and hesitant about anything less.
Watching his face in a mix of anxiety and terror, her eyes quickly drifted down to his hand and back to his face before they widened and fell to his hand again. He did it. WIthout going unconscious or awakening that other half, he had formed a weapon. She wasn't sure what that meant, or if it was a good thing or not. SHe swallowed heavily, the blood and forming of the gun making her very nervous and very worried. She felt her stomach throwing a fit even. Freya bit her lip as her eyes narrowed and brows knit together when he tried to drop the gun from his palm, but this was already slightly reminiscent of before.
Sighing as she pulled her hands back to her, she gave his hand and the gun a melancholy look but gathered herself, managing a weak smile. "If it's attached, that's okay. Maybe you can just put our hand in your pocket?" She wished she could figure out how his other form - other self? - had expertly forged and, perhaps reabsorbed, those weapons. She wished she could say something, anything, of use. Her mind was too jumbled to be of much use though. She just wanted everything to be alright, but her thoughts were in too many places to make themselves right.
"M-maybe someone can tell us how you can control that... Heh. Unless you figure it out on your own." Her eyes travelled from his hand to his face. She looked weary and tired for a second, considering how much this added to what she'd be sorting through later, but she didn't know what to make of anything anymore.