[Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she's equally surprised that he'd given her any sort of contact, and is incredibly grateful. The conscious part of her, however, the part that's in control now? It doesn't care. It just wants someone to touch, to hold and cling to. Anyone will do. That it's someone this trusted only makes it easier to take the hand.
Unsteadily, she used it to pull herself to her feet and bury her face into his chest. Tears well up in her eyes as she wraps her arms around him, a childlike expression of pure sorrow, a desperate need to feel something other than cold and lonely.]
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Unsteadily, she used it to pull herself to her feet and bury her face into his chest. Tears well up in her eyes as she wraps her arms around him, a childlike expression of pure sorrow, a desperate need to feel something other than cold and lonely.]
V-V-egeta...are...we...?
[Dead?
She trails off leaving the word unspoken...]