[ She would be remiss if she let him tear back out into the night. This magnificent bird of prey, bold as an eagle, with his broken wing. No doubt, he will hurt her. They always did, these ones she found that needed help. But she doesn't let it stop her from trying, regardless, no matter how deep some of those scars ran. Or her better sense that beat its fists against her staying put.
Perhaps because... because what he says is too close. It's too familiar. Of being responsible in putting the one you care for that has so lost themselves, down. Her hands curl around him. Practise only that makes her stop her weeping in turn. It is too late for her. It may not be too late for him.
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Perhaps because... because what he says is too close. It's too familiar. Of being responsible in putting the one you care for that has so lost themselves, down. Her hands curl around him. Practise only that makes her stop her weeping in turn. It is too late for her. It may not be too late for him.
No one had ever held her for it. ]
... Is there no way... no way you can save him?