[His expression is still nearly complete misery, but finally he meets the stranger's eyes. It's hard to make out much through the brown blur of tears, but he gets the general impression of red and blond and pink skin. The reminder that he's not among trolls is actually a relief. The conviction in the human's voice isn't hurting, either; it's kickstarting his own struggling self-esteem just a little bit. The sobbing dies down, mostly, but his voice is very small.]
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I can't do things when they matter...