[Callisto is, on the whole, bad at sympathy. She's too self-absorbed to really feel it most of the time, and not good enough at handling her emotions to show it even when she does feel it. She's hurt many people in the exact same way that she herself was hurt, and she buries the guilt she carries over that so deeply inside herself that usually she doesn't even realize it's there at all. So offering Parker a comforting word or gesture isn't on the table, really. She wouldn't know how to even if it would occur to her to try.
"I hope you slaughtered everyone who was responsible," she says in Greek, her voice sure and firm. "I hope their blood ran in the streets."
She can't really translate that entire sentiment into English yet, but she gives it a go, tapping on the paper with a finger.]
You make death on-- on everybody, everybody do this.
[She touches the little family image.]
Everybody do this, to you - you make death on. Yes?
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"I hope you slaughtered everyone who was responsible," she says in Greek, her voice sure and firm. "I hope their blood ran in the streets."
She can't really translate that entire sentiment into English yet, but she gives it a go, tapping on the paper with a finger.]
You make death on-- on everybody, everybody do this.
[She touches the little family image.]
Everybody do this, to you - you make death on. Yes?