[a few thoughts come to mind as he says that, all swiftly dismissed. not to talk about it ever and forget it ever occurred, that she would never put him through that again, that he should have left when the choice was there before him. it would be easier if he were less frank, sought to disguise his meaning in other words which she could pretend to interpret differently. but he is what he is, and so it is plain before them.
(I think as long as we steer clear of any alien queens, then going through hell won't be a necessity.)
it's the same sort of oddness she'd felt when he'd helped patch up her arm. gratitude that he was there, something like shame that it happened at all. everything's turned rightside in again, to hopefully stay there and become controlled. and yet...did it have to be controlled relying solely on her own strength? perhaps. perhaps not. time they might not have would tell.
so what comes out is so simple, and yet it says enough.]
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(I think as long as we steer clear of any alien queens, then going through hell won't be a necessity.)
it's the same sort of oddness she'd felt when he'd helped patch up her arm. gratitude that he was there, something like shame that it happened at all. everything's turned rightside in again, to hopefully stay there and become controlled. and yet...did it have to be controlled relying solely on her own strength? perhaps. perhaps not. time they might not have would tell.
so what comes out is so simple, and yet it says enough.]
...thank you.
[for the promise, and for everything else.]