It takes long enough for Ellie to question her own judgment in bringing Abby here to talk. Each step they take seems fucking insane, when it's really a steady continuation of what's come before. They talk, now. They get each others' perspectives, now. And what's more, they value them.
No. This fits whatever weird thing they are slowly building together.
Still. Nothing prepares Ellie for what Abby says. Ellis, dead- it takes a second to slam through her brain, the shock and grief of a friend not coming home, something that they've both been through countless times-
Except that she saw him walk in with the others. She saw him alive and breathing.
The air presses out of her lungs in a rush.
"What the fuck?" she whispers. It's caught between horror and disgust and naked relief.
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It takes long enough for Ellie to question her own judgment in bringing Abby here to talk. Each step they take seems fucking insane, when it's really a steady continuation of what's come before. They talk, now. They get each others' perspectives, now. And what's more, they value them.
No. This fits whatever weird thing they are slowly building together.
Still. Nothing prepares Ellie for what Abby says. Ellis, dead- it takes a second to slam through her brain, the shock and grief of a friend not coming home, something that they've both been through countless times-
Except that she saw him walk in with the others. She saw him alive and breathing.
The air presses out of her lungs in a rush.
"What the fuck?" she whispers. It's caught between horror and disgust and naked relief.
And then:
"Is he okay?"