[How many times will the world rip this gash back open, she wonders? How many times will Alex have to grieve anew at the whims of things like the Raven Queen, or Adrian, or a gunman with no empathy? How many times will this ice cold wind shake the battered foundations of his being?
Another deep breath. One, two, three.
She strokes her hand through his hair in a soothing rhythm and closes her eyes.] It's okay.
[Not his situation, but this. His grief. The tears he needs to shed for all the things carved out of him. At least she isn't projecting the dull, thudding ache of her own heart onto him. She repeats her words to him from Shadowdale—softer, and yet heavier.] ...feel what you need to.
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Another deep breath. One, two, three.
She strokes her hand through his hair in a soothing rhythm and closes her eyes.] It's okay.
[Not his situation, but this. His grief. The tears he needs to shed for all the things carved out of him. At least she isn't projecting the dull, thudding ache of her own heart onto him. She repeats her words to him from Shadowdale—softer, and yet heavier.] ...feel what you need to.