Yug watched as Kali tried to choke back more tears. He wished she would let him comfort her. He wished she understood that he knows all her names. That he knows every tear stained letter she's ever written, every time she's cried. He wished she knew that he understood the pain, in his own way. He wished she knew that he also feels the weight of blame. He wished she knew that she didn't have to be ashamed.
But then again, he doesn't have any room to speak. As he himself is too ashamed to tell his family that he feels the weight of the blame. That he disappoints his father from being around the house often. That his not following in his father's footsteps makes his father angry. That hurts him and he cries. And that he wasn't brave enough to grant that forgiveness.
He wished he could tell her that a while ago her world was shattered and torn in two, but it is something she simply can't undo. It is something she doesn't deny and something she can't forget, but she can take power in the situation and move on. That beautiful, amazing things are coming her way. That these things would make her father problems seem irrelevant.
But he couldn't. Because of all the things Yug was, he wasn't a hypocrite. At least, he didn't want to be. And, admittedly, he wasn't as strong as Kali. So, instead he just sat and listened, and occasionally patted her on the shoulder. As much as he wanted to pull her into a tighter embrace than Pishi Maa did, he just wasn't bold enough.
But maybe one day he would.