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[canonboz]

My brother is dead. Or so I have heard, anyway, not that I would have much reason to doubt Gorlim, for he seemed just as sad as I.

This is...hard to deal with, to say the least.

He rests his head in his hands, and sobs quietly, his dirty-blonde hair falling to surround his face, as he shakes his head a few times. This is almost too much to deal

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((extensive angsting... what better to do on a Wednesday night?))

[gorlim]

*He stays beside Boromir. He says nothing -- what could he say? There are times when simply being there says more that all the words in all the tongues of Arda. Besides, he doesn't think he could speak if he tried. Every word that comes to his mind melts away into an oblivion of uselessness. He can offer no more than understanding; but that he can offer in a King's abundance. He, too, feels Faramir's loss, and feels it all the more strongly because he had sworn to protect the Steward and failed. As he failed Barahir. As he failed Eilinel. And she, too, was gone beyond his reach

[halbarad]

*Glances at the sobbing man beside his bed ... He is ... sad. He is Boromir. His ... his brother? Yes. His brother has ... has died? Gorlim said that he ... no ... Hanild ... Or perhaps it was both.*

I am ... sorry.

[helmsdaughter]

*Returns to the main room and again sits in the chair beside Halbarad, finally at a loss as to what to do. The actions of these men confuse her. She is used to men who argue, and act out of anger, but for men to show such sadness, even over the loss of a family member, is foreign to her.*