[ he doesn't judge her for crying, and if it helps her to let go of the weight she's been carrying alone, he welcomes her to it, lets her free every teardrop so that she doesn't have to force herself to be so brave in front of everyone else. even before she confesses it, he knows that neither doctor knows of it; if either of them did, there's no doubt they'd have already made a move to fix it.
together. and as she turns and gives him that kiss to his palm, it's a sealing of the promise, one that he knows he can't back out of now, one that he won't back out of. in truth, he has no idea exactly how he'd going about it, or even what he could do to make the change, to grant her the guarantee of changing her fate so that she doesn't need to give up anything for it, but he's already determined to make it happen, one idea already floating in his mind that he'll get to asking viveca about later —
for now, his focus in on comforting clara, to make sure she knows she's not alone, that she's safe, that she can trust that he won't let her die —
that'll be a change for you, he hears quell say, the voice of her ghost finding its way back into his head. in moments he's with clara, he can typically push away the hallucination of his old love, like clara can keep him in the moment, drawing him in to where he doesn't lose himself in past regrets. but right now, his failures taunt at him, trying to shake him from the confidence of his promise.
but he won't allow it. ]
I won't tell them. [ another promise for him to keep. he can do that. he leans in, lips soft to her forehead, lingering there. ] And you ... [ he draws back, trying to catch her eyes. ] I got you.
[ another set of words he'd spoken to her once. ones that he didn't realize at the time would carry so much more. but he doesn't regret it. ]
You don't have to carry all of this by yourself anymore.
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together. and as she turns and gives him that kiss to his palm, it's a sealing of the promise, one that he knows he can't back out of now, one that he won't back out of. in truth, he has no idea exactly how he'd going about it, or even what he could do to make the change, to grant her the guarantee of changing her fate so that she doesn't need to give up anything for it, but he's already determined to make it happen, one idea already floating in his mind that he'll get to asking viveca about later —
for now, his focus in on comforting clara, to make sure she knows she's not alone, that she's safe, that she can trust that he won't let her die —
that'll be a change for you, he hears quell say, the voice of her ghost finding its way back into his head. in moments he's with clara, he can typically push away the hallucination of his old love, like clara can keep him in the moment, drawing him in to where he doesn't lose himself in past regrets. but right now, his failures taunt at him, trying to shake him from the confidence of his promise.
but he won't allow it. ]
I won't tell them. [ another promise for him to keep. he can do that. he leans in, lips soft to her forehead, lingering there. ] And you ... [ he draws back, trying to catch her eyes. ] I got you.
[ another set of words he'd spoken to her once. ones that he didn't realize at the time would carry so much more. but he doesn't regret it. ]
You don't have to carry all of this by yourself anymore.