Oh no--oh. Persephone feels her own tears well up in sympathy. It was frustrating enough for an adult to realize there was no way to freedom. A child? Around her ears, curls of green leaves grow, dark with spots of deep blue flowers.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you--I don't want you to hurt yourself for nothing. The train shouldn't have snatched you up, you're not..." She tries to grasp for the thing to say, the right thing. Distracting her seems like it would be condescending. She's a mortal, yes, but they're people too. And the younger you are, the less people take you seriously.

"I just wanted you to have the truth. I would want that."