[He hasn't come anywhere close to promised mastery, but he has managed to memorize that alphabet. He is dedicated enough for that, stubborn enough to use hours of his day burning the motions into his mind. He's never been quite sure what to do in the face of kindness. Everyone here is kind, aren't they? Even if they don't appear so on the surface. Even Nic is prone to that fool's errand of caring too much about other people then. He could tell him a lot in response to that - that maybe he was always going to burn out young, that he's thrown away an arm for a life that was already half ashes. But he doesn't want to be cruel, either. He's quiet, thinking it over. Then, eventually, signing back:]
S-O-F-T.
[It isn't an insult, or at least he doesn't mean it to be. It's one of the only things that's actually made him feel better tonight. They'll all have to care about one another to finish this, right? Then, very slowly and haltingly, because he's a little distracted fighting monsters in his head, signing out a little more in finger spelling.]
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S-O-F-T.
[It isn't an insult, or at least he doesn't mean it to be. It's one of the only things that's actually made him feel better tonight. They'll all have to care about one another to finish this, right? Then, very slowly and haltingly, because he's a little distracted fighting monsters in his head, signing out a little more in finger spelling.]
Keep going.