(abby doesn't lean away from the hug but she doesn't lean into it, either. it just sort of... happens around her. she doesn't know what to do. she can't remember if this is supposed to happen or not and she's racking her brain for old details back when clarisse had the death flu but coming up empty. she never mentioned fading away into dust.
what if he's gone? what if he slipped out of her fingers just like that and he isn't coming back?
she can barely think about it. her mind shoves away from the possibility with wordless, numb sentiment. no. no.)
It's okay. (her voice sounds so far away from her. she's done this before, she's lost people and pushed through anyway, she's put things aside until she has time to deal with them. now has to be one of those times. it isn't safe to be out here, and it's a wonder that nothing has heard them yet.)
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what if he's gone? what if he slipped out of her fingers just like that and he isn't coming back?
she can barely think about it. her mind shoves away from the possibility with wordless, numb sentiment. no. no.)
It's okay. (her voice sounds so far away from her. she's done this before, she's lost people and pushed through anyway, she's put things aside until she has time to deal with them. now has to be one of those times. it isn't safe to be out here, and it's a wonder that nothing has heard them yet.)
We should go.