"You ever want to write about what happened, or just have a shoulder to cry on or a person to hit, let me know. I've done that job often." Bryce stretches, and smiles as well. "Now,you sleep well?"
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"Sleep well." Echo said with a nod. She started to put stuff back into her pack, and found what looked like a simple wooden stick. She looked excited and started waving it around, though nothing seemed to happen.
Echo seemed to quickly grow frustrated at the stick's lack of doing anything. After waving it around more furiously, bright colored sparks started coming out of it. She looked happy as she stared making patterns in the air.
Bryce frowned at the indication of magic, but it changed to a smile when she used it like a fancy sparkler.
Echo stopped and thought for a moment. She then seemed to have an idea. She drew an arrow to the box, opened it so the same song came out. Above the arrow she wrote "MOM" in multicolored lights with the stick.
"Oh... dear." Bryce said. "I suppose your mother is... no longer with us? Is she the one singing?" Bryce asked.
"Ah. Can I show you something? It'd make me feel a bit better to tell someone about it. You don't have to if you don't want to." Bryce began rummaging in his pockets.
"Well, when I was about your age, a lot of bad stuff happened where I was from. One of the bad things was that my mother got very sick, and I had to put her out of her pain, because I knew she would die either way." He pulled out the paper he'd given her yesterday. "I took up writing letters to her. She never got to read them, or at least not directly, but it helped me feel better. Maybe you'd like to try the same thing? She's still alive, I mean, but you can still say how you're feeling to her."
"Writing letters..." Echo said as she seemed to think about this. She gave a shrug and took the paper. She patted Bryce on the shoulder with a mournful look, perhaps trying to console him about his own troubles.
"it's no problem Echo. It happened a long time ago, and I can put it aside for the most part." Bryce pulls out a pen and also hands it to her. "If you want, you can read the letter on the back for an idea. Shouldn't need to though."
"Wanna play palace?" He asked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cards. "I'd prefer more people, but beggars can't always choose."
"Card game. I can teach you, if you want." Bryce pulled up a seat at one of the tables. "Shall we?"