"I know," she says, and lets that be enough for now. Which just leaves what to do next, what to do now. She knows what she'd be doing. She knows exactly what she'd be doing to glue the pieces of herself back together and keep moving, absent an enemy to bloody, a threat to put down.
She moves over in front of where he's sitting, and folds down to join him, facing him. She drapes her arms across her lap and, one by one, pulls her gloves off. She sets them on the floor by her knee and leaves her hands, bare and empty, between them.
"It's gonna be okay," she says, softly. Promises. It's thin, and weak in its lack of detail or likelihood, but she says it all the same. They've survived loss before, and they know that's what this is. It's going to be okay - or it won't. One option gives them power while the other takes it, and it's not much but she offers it and she offers the upturned palms of her hands.
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Date: 2023-10-12 01:52 pm (UTC)From:She moves over in front of where he's sitting, and folds down to join him, facing him. She drapes her arms across her lap and, one by one, pulls her gloves off. She sets them on the floor by her knee and leaves her hands, bare and empty, between them.
"It's gonna be okay," she says, softly. Promises. It's thin, and weak in its lack of detail or likelihood, but she says it all the same. They've survived loss before, and they know that's what this is. It's going to be okay - or it won't. One option gives them power while the other takes it, and it's not much but she offers it and she offers the upturned palms of her hands.