He'd wondered what had happened after her exile from riverclan - how, exactly, she'd ended up walking his sisters dreams.
but to hear the truth spoken so bluntly still
hurts - he can no longer wonder, can no longer play pretend. There is no hoping she passed peacefully, but also no guilt that she'd died to the same sickness that had killed snailstride. Periwinklebreeze doesn't know what to feel - does he even feel anything at all? Blue eyes flutter shut for a moment, breath stuttering.
And then the moment is over, composure regained.
" I- thank y-you, " he says slowly, words stilted.
" I... knew sh-she was dead y-you know - she's in starclan n-now... but we didn't know h-how... s-so thank you, " he breathes. Head bows stiffly for a moment, and then he's leaving.
Surely, Nightingalecry deserves to know the truth as well.
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