(The day he'd said goodbye to Sophie, how she'd looked at him with tears streaming down her face as the realization that it was going to happen, that there was no escaping it, that the end really had come for her, is locked away tight in his heart. If he closes his eyes right now, he'd be able to see every detail of her face: every lash, every freckle.)
His brow rucks up and he shakes his head at her, uncomprehending. The pain blooms in his chest, as bloody and raw as the moment he fell to his knee there on the pier, all that time ago. ]
Maelle... Sophie's gone.
[ His voice is soft, like she's small and he's trying to explain the Gommage, the Expeditions. Death... death is just as final.
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Date: 2025-06-14 02:08 am (UTC)[ No. She... she wouldn't. She couldn't.
(The day he'd said goodbye to Sophie, how she'd looked at him with tears streaming down her face as the realization that it was going to happen, that there was no escaping it, that the end really had come for her, is locked away tight in his heart. If he closes his eyes right now, he'd be able to see every detail of her face: every lash, every freckle.)
His brow rucks up and he shakes his head at her, uncomprehending. The pain blooms in his chest, as bloody and raw as the moment he fell to his knee there on the pier, all that time ago. ]
Maelle... Sophie's gone.
[ His voice is soft, like she's small and he's trying to explain the Gommage, the Expeditions. Death... death is just as final.
And it still is. Isn't it? ]
She's gone.