son of a fucking bitch, of all the versions of her that could've been snatched out of time or space or whatever the fuck the ingress does, it had to be this one, and it had to be at this time of her life.
the one he'd known practically all her life. the one he'd made up stories for about alaska, and held her hand, and let her sob into his shoulder when she was so afraid to die.
fucking christ.
you'll have to give him a few minutes, because andyr actually goes off to break things. a lot of things. he might be punching the wall of the inside of a volcano someone on haistso. and maybe then crumbling to sit against the rock, with hands over his face, blood on his knuckles and maybe a few choked sobs.
that moment, in the quiet of her room, when her crying had seemed like death wails, had been the epitome of just how fucked all of this was. is. and there'd been nothing to fix it. even for all their arguing and bickering and vitriol, she'd just been a broken victim of this cruel, sick world, the same as him, afraid to die in a whimper, after so short and so cold a life. ]
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son of a fucking bitch, of all the versions of her that could've been snatched out of time or space or whatever the fuck the ingress does, it had to be this one, and it had to be at this time of her life.
the one he'd known practically all her life. the one he'd made up stories for about alaska, and held her hand, and let her sob into his shoulder when she was so afraid to die.
fucking christ.
you'll have to give him a few minutes, because andyr actually goes off to break things. a lot of things. he might be punching the wall of the inside of a volcano someone on haistso. and maybe then crumbling to sit against the rock, with hands over his face, blood on his knuckles and maybe a few choked sobs.
that moment, in the quiet of her room, when her crying had seemed like death wails, had been the epitome of just how fucked all of this was. is. and there'd been nothing to fix it. even for all their arguing and bickering and vitriol, she'd just been a broken victim of this cruel, sick world, the same as him, afraid to die in a whimper, after so short and so cold a life. ]