[He's whole. He's safe. He's fine. None of it was real- none of it was ever real and she knew this, but that had been too vivid. Too painful. She'd thought they'd been getting better, lighter, and she's no way of predicting what it is she'll see or how bad it will be until the images have come and gone. She'd give anything for a way to keep it from happening. A way to explain.
All she can do is press her face into Ben's shoulder and cling to him, mind a ragged, weary mess of images she can't keep from him entirely. Memories of what she's seen. Luke. Lupin. Helios. Sabriel. Ben. Gambit and Grune and Doyle and even Stark- twisted. Mangled. Broken. All knotted up and tangled in silence and shadow and the sensation of being deathly cold.
She's terrified, furious, exhausted and strung far too tight for rest.
All she wants is her peace of mind back because like this? She's useless. And Adele knows it.]
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All she can do is press her face into Ben's shoulder and cling to him, mind a ragged, weary mess of images she can't keep from him entirely. Memories of what she's seen. Luke. Lupin. Helios. Sabriel. Ben. Gambit and Grune and Doyle and even Stark- twisted. Mangled. Broken. All knotted up and tangled in silence and shadow and the sensation of being deathly cold.
She's terrified, furious, exhausted and strung far too tight for rest.
All she wants is her peace of mind back because like this? She's useless. And Adele knows it.]