[She shrinks in on herself as he withdraws from her, crossing her arms in a vain attempt at comforting herself. She said she would keep looking on her own, but her feet refuse to move. She remains rooted in this spot, paralyzed by what she's seen, what she's felt, and what it means. Her words are quiet, cracking like an old glass window slowly falling apart.]
He... He should be home, living a peaceful, happy life, but I...
[I wanted to see him again, she thinks but cannot bring herself to say, the words unable to push past all the history and guilt that lies in the way of them being voiced. She shouldn't want that - he's earned his peace, and this place is anything but peaceful - and yet--
She takes a deep breath, and if her eyes are wet and burning, it's because of the smoke, surely.]
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He... He should be home, living a peaceful, happy life, but I...
[I wanted to see him again, she thinks but cannot bring herself to say, the words unable to push past all the history and guilt that lies in the way of them being voiced. She shouldn't want that - he's earned his peace, and this place is anything but peaceful - and yet--
She takes a deep breath, and if her eyes are wet and burning, it's because of the smoke, surely.]
... ... Thank you.