(dimly, some part of her knows that scorpia needs something from her too– a gesture of kindness, or a few words, something. anything. she found him after all, and she'd called abby with tears in her eyes. this isn't easy for her. but abby feels hollow like a blown out egg, and she can't get herself to concentrate on anything other than the next step. it will have to wait. hopefully, it can wait.
he looks so small. abby doesn't want to look at him but leaving him lying there is even worse, so with scorpia's help she lifts him as gently as she can, and takes him entirely into her arms. it's not a two person job, and she's got this. she wants to hold him, even though he's cold.
isn't death supposed to be peaceful? he looks... resigned. tired. she makes herself look away from his face, clenching her jaw, holding back tears as best she can.)
Um, (she says thickly,) I– should we go back to the house? (she doesn't know what to do next. she's overwhelmed, she needs direction.)
cw description of a dead body
(dimly, some part of her knows that scorpia needs something from her too– a gesture of kindness, or a few words, something. anything. she found him after all, and she'd called abby with tears in her eyes. this isn't easy for her. but abby feels hollow like a blown out egg, and she can't get herself to concentrate on anything other than the next step. it will have to wait. hopefully, it can wait.
he looks so small. abby doesn't want to look at him but leaving him lying there is even worse, so with scorpia's help she lifts him as gently as she can, and takes him entirely into her arms. it's not a two person job, and she's got this. she wants to hold him, even though he's cold.
isn't death supposed to be peaceful? he looks... resigned. tired. she makes herself look away from his face, clenching her jaw, holding back tears as best she can.)
Um, (she says thickly,) I– should we go back to the house? (she doesn't know what to do next. she's overwhelmed, she needs direction.)