[Van Zieks giving real "seven foot frame, rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to black" energy. He looks away, frowning, for a long minute. It's not his policy to share... well, anything, about himself. The Reaper is a powerful and unpopular figure, many people would seize on any weakness. But... He isn't the Reaper here. He isn't a prominent figure at all. Maybe having someone else to share with would help. Maybe? He can't get into the whole sordid story. But her compromise...]
My... my niece, Iris. [He hesitates to say it, secret as it is, but it doesn't matter here. And maybe knowing that, a small part of him really wanted to say it. Even if only once. For the first time, really.]
She styles her hair much like yours, and is far too mature for her age, trying to support others as if she's not the one who should be supported. Though with how capable she is and how... inconsistent her guardian is, I can hardly blame her.
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My... my niece, Iris.
[He hesitates to say it, secret as it is, but it doesn't matter here. And maybe knowing that, a small part of him really wanted to say it. Even if only once. For the first time, really.]
She styles her hair much like yours, and is far too mature for her age, trying to support others as if she's not the one who should be supported. Though with how capable she is and how... inconsistent her guardian is, I can hardly blame her.