He's not really the lecturing kind, but Abby's stubbornness is butting up against Benedict's own, and he feels his resolve weakening quickly.
"Lots of them," he continues, steeling his voice to keep emotion out of it (and probably failing). "They would probably fill this room, shoulder to shoulder. Some of them are still here, and most of them. Aren't. Because they vanished into thin air."
His mouth twitches when he closes it, and he tosses his head in the guise of straightening his hair. "We don't know where they went. They don't get a funeral, because they might be alive. But they might not be. The main thing is that they're gone forever, and nobody gets--"
He tosses his head again, clearing his throat harshly.
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"Lots of them," he continues, steeling his voice to keep emotion out of it (and probably failing). "They would probably fill this room, shoulder to shoulder. Some of them are still here, and most of them. Aren't. Because they vanished into thin air."
His mouth twitches when he closes it, and he tosses his head in the guise of straightening his hair. "We don't know where they went. They don't get a funeral, because they might be alive. But they might not be. The main thing is that they're gone forever, and nobody gets--"
He tosses his head again, clearing his throat harshly.