[Shock is an understatement to describe what paints Felix's expression at the memory unfolding before him. He's heard some unsavory rumors about Count Varley, of course, but for Bernadetta's mother to have resorted to such means to get her to the monastery...]
That's... rough, [he says, averting his gaze from the memory. It kind of sounds lame to his ears, but what is he supposed to say to that, really? "I'm sorry you had to go through that" hardly sounds fitting either, and it rolls off the tongue worse than the words he chose to speak.]
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That's... rough, [he says, averting his gaze from the memory. It kind of sounds lame to his ears, but what is he supposed to say to that, really? "I'm sorry you had to go through that" hardly sounds fitting either, and it rolls off the tongue worse than the words he chose to speak.]