[ this time, she does not reach for his hand when he offers it to her.
instead, she falls onto him, presses her face against his chest, and cries. wet spots appear on her visor. like the blood flowing through her circuits, like the skin covering her metallic chassis, there's something extremely, curiously human about the tears she sheds. ]
Jae-ha's expression crumbles - and he's glad that she can't see it. There's a moment of sincere weakness, the utter feeling of what do I do that overtakes him, before he can only do what comes natural. One arm wraps around her back, the other moves to run fingers through hair soothingly as he curls around her, as if that'll be able to protect her from any more harm that this world will try to inflict.]
... I'm here. I'm sorry.
[That much he repeats softly, but sincerely, shutting his eyes as he holds her.]
[ over and over and over again. she was designed to kill, so why is it that death always hurts her like this? it never changes. even jae-ha's comfort will only be temporary, because she has no doubt the specter of death will leave her any time soon.
between sobs, hands clutching at the fabric covering his chest, she chokes out, ]
It's always like this. Always. Why can't I ever save them?
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instead, she falls onto him, presses her face against his chest, and cries. wet spots appear on her visor. like the blood flowing through her circuits, like the skin covering her metallic chassis, there's something extremely, curiously human about the tears she sheds. ]
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Jae-ha's expression crumbles - and he's glad that she can't see it. There's a moment of sincere weakness, the utter feeling of what do I do that overtakes him, before he can only do what comes natural. One arm wraps around her back, the other moves to run fingers through hair soothingly as he curls around her, as if that'll be able to protect her from any more harm that this world will try to inflict.]
... I'm here. I'm sorry.
[That much he repeats softly, but sincerely, shutting his eyes as he holds her.]
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between sobs, hands clutching at the fabric covering his chest, she chokes out, ]
It's always like this. Always. Why can't I ever save them?