[ His brow furrows as he watches her, as he listens to the words pouring from her, as sore as if he's pressing on some tender bruise. His artificial arm is steady and strong around her; his warm, human hand reaches again to run over her hair, to cup her wet cheek. ]

I know, [ he promises, meeting her wet, miserable eyes with his own steady ones. Kindness had always come easily to him, but he'd found it easiest of all with Maelle, sweet and bright and vibrant as candle flame. Her spark brought warmth and light to all their lives.

Now he searches her eyes, his voice low but firm, wanting her to believe him. ]

I always knew, Maelle. And we always felt the same way. You're the best thing that ever happened to us. To me.

[ The smile he gives her is a little lopsided, sadness keeping it from being more than a flicker it even as it warms for her. ]

I love you so much. I always will. I've only ever wanted you to be happy.