Sunday couldn't bear to see the hurt on her face, as her voice broke through his momentary silence. But he still turned to look. And it hurts. It hurts so much more than her absence ever could.
She reaches for him, and he lets her, because he's not sure if he could bear to hurt her any worse than he has.
"It was me. I did. I couldn't..."
Robin didn't deserve this fate, to be trapped here, stuck with him. She deserved to be free. She'd always been stronger. She'd always had a chance. He sees her, and thinks of the bird they'd found as children, but he knows the dove was never meant to be ███, doomed to a life without flight.
The lessons that came from the pain of watching that little bird plummet when it finally spread its wings. They feel as close to him as her expression from moments ago, as close to him as her hand was now.
"I couldn't save you."
He puts words to his fears, less afraid of being weak, and more afraid of giving them power, here.
He'd never admit to her that he'd laid awake for hours, and nights on end, hoping, waiting for her letters. Hoping she she was safe, okay. Fussing with the hands of the clock, straightening and reordering the books on his table, in the hopes that maybe doing these things, clearing the worries from his head, wouldn't give them power, make them true.
Asking the Dreammaster for any letters from her, any sign of her. Fearful of not receiving word from her immediately, afraid that missing her correspondence would lead somehow to another incident between letters. Losing their mother had been hard enough.
He couldn't lose Robin. Anyone but her. Tears sting in his eyes.
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Sunday couldn't bear to see the hurt on her face, as her voice broke through his momentary silence. But he still turned to look. And it hurts. It hurts so much more than her absence ever could.
She reaches for him, and he lets her, because he's not sure if he could bear to hurt her any worse than he has.
"It was me. I did. I couldn't..."
Robin didn't deserve this fate, to be trapped here, stuck with him. She deserved to be free. She'd always been stronger. She'd always had a chance. He sees her, and thinks of the bird they'd found as children, but he knows the dove was never meant to be ███, doomed to a life without flight.
The lessons that came from the pain of watching that little bird plummet when it finally spread its wings. They feel as close to him as her expression from moments ago, as close to him as her hand was now.
"I couldn't save you."
He puts words to his fears, less afraid of being weak, and more afraid of giving them power, here.
He'd never admit to her that he'd laid awake for hours, and nights on end, hoping, waiting for her letters. Hoping she she was safe, okay. Fussing with the hands of the clock, straightening and reordering the books on his table, in the hopes that maybe doing these things, clearing the worries from his head, wouldn't give them power, make them true.
Asking the Dreammaster for any letters from her, any sign of her. Fearful of not receiving word from her immediately, afraid that missing her correspondence would lead somehow to another incident between letters. Losing their mother had been hard enough.
He couldn't lose Robin. Anyone but her. Tears sting in his eyes.
"Please... Forgive me."