[it's silly, almost. she's free, now. the collar isn't around her neck anymore, but she can almost feel the sensation of it, the fabric rough and coarse against her skin. she coughs a little, and then wraps her arms around him in return and holds him.
it's okay. she's alright. she's... worked through this, mostly, she's tried. people have talked her through it, as best they can. but this is years and years of something nasty and painful left to rot, and he's so kind to her like he always is, and she can't help it, she just kind of lets herself cling.
she thinks about asking if it was alright to call him dad, as he died on the ground of that church, and how temenos had frowned so hard it'd almost been audible.
she doesn't know what to think about it anymore, so she just stays where she is and breathes, comes down from the adrenaline.]
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it's okay. she's alright. she's... worked through this, mostly, she's tried. people have talked her through it, as best they can. but this is years and years of something nasty and painful left to rot, and he's so kind to her like he always is, and she can't help it, she just kind of lets herself cling.
she thinks about asking if it was alright to call him dad, as he died on the ground of that church, and how temenos had frowned so hard it'd almost been audible.
she doesn't know what to think about it anymore, so she just stays where she is and breathes, comes down from the adrenaline.]