[Her heart is throbbing with every beat it takes, raw and bleeding and-
Yes, you did. How could you? We missed you. We needed you so much and you were just gone. And there is no going back, despite what this place would make us believe. How can we heal if you're here, and do anything other than live in hope if you're not? I'm angry, Maes.
Her voice is low, her throat tight.]
It wasn't your fault.
[How can he be so warm, pressed against her? How can she feel his heart beat through their chests? It's wrong and it's... wonderful and it hurts.]
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Yes, you did. How could you? We missed you. We needed you so much and you were just gone. And there is no going back, despite what this place would make us believe. How can we heal if you're here, and do anything other than live in hope if you're not? I'm angry, Maes.
Her voice is low, her throat tight.]
It wasn't your fault.
[How can he be so warm, pressed against her? How can she feel his heart beat through their chests? It's wrong and it's... wonderful and it hurts.]