[They're crying. They're both...both kids trying to hold it in, trying to hold everything together, and he does his best to keep his grip on both of them. Red words shrill over his ossicles, numbly, and yeah.
Yeah. It still hurts. Of course it still hurts. With a kid who ain't a kid anymore bleeding out into the rocks, and a pair of 'em who've been through more than he even wants to hazard in terms of guesswork, and all he can do - all he can do - is say that it ends with him. It ends with him here, and he'll stop looking back at what might have and what did, and look into what will.
Foresight. Stop thinking about the way things were.]
I gotcha, kid.
[The words are soft, murmured, quiet, a murmured litany for the both of them, the both of them.]
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Yeah. It still hurts. Of course it still hurts. With a kid who ain't a kid anymore bleeding out into the rocks, and a pair of 'em who've been through more than he even wants to hazard in terms of guesswork, and all he can do - all he can do - is say that it ends with him. It ends with him here, and he'll stop looking back at what might have and what did, and look into what will.
Foresight. Stop thinking about the way things were.]
I gotcha, kid.
[The words are soft, murmured, quiet, a murmured litany for the both of them, the both of them.]
I gotcha. I gotcha. It's okay. I got-