[He squeezes her tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other around her shoulders.]
One day you'll be with them again. [His voice is rough, tired and sad. The thought of her dying - or, as she's said before, of being dead - stabs his heart, but... This isn't better. This place isn't a life worth living, either.
He wants to tell her she can join them when she's old and grey, with her great-grandchildren holding her hand. He wants to be able to promise that to her so badly that it hurts. But the world is cold and cruel, and thousands of girls her age - Johanna's age (Johanna, locked away, Johanna, Johanna...) - unfairly die every day, and he thinks about a rag soaked in mercy, sweet oblivion in defiance of a bitter end.
But Farrah is like him; something of his temper, flaring out in her fury, so ready to fight during the trial. She won't go gently, but kicking and screaming, and if that's so then so be it.
He slowly releases her, only to cup her cheeks, so soft and delicate in his hands, rough from fifteen years of hard labor, rough from three graves dug in three days time, and he kisses her forehead.]
But we have a job to do, princess. We have to avenge them first.
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One day you'll be with them again. [His voice is rough, tired and sad. The thought of her dying - or, as she's said before, of being dead - stabs his heart, but... This isn't better. This place isn't a life worth living, either.
He wants to tell her she can join them when she's old and grey, with her great-grandchildren holding her hand. He wants to be able to promise that to her so badly that it hurts. But the world is cold and cruel, and thousands of girls her age - Johanna's age (Johanna, locked away, Johanna, Johanna...) - unfairly die every day, and he thinks about a rag soaked in mercy, sweet oblivion in defiance of a bitter end.
But Farrah is like him; something of his temper, flaring out in her fury, so ready to fight during the trial. She won't go gently, but kicking and screaming, and if that's so then so be it.
He slowly releases her, only to cup her cheeks, so soft and delicate in his hands, rough from fifteen years of hard labor, rough from three graves dug in three days time, and he kisses her forehead.]
But we have a job to do, princess. We have to avenge them first.