There are plenty of ghosts around these days, and she hopes he never wakes up. It was less cruel, before Brianna herself came out of stasis, but she can't imagine a life with Frank in it now. She's not the woman he married before the war, and even more so now she's not even the woman who had him live a lie for two decades. No part of her wishes Bree to carry the grief that she does, but she can't imagine her seeing how ugly her mother and father could be would help matters.
So, while she passes by Frank's pod each and every time, she does still spend some of her time in stasis, visiting others. Jon. Sansa. Jenny. She's even found Joe Abernathy here, her dear friend.
She doesn't expect to hear her daughter's voice drifting down the rows as she walks. For a long moment, Claire considers turning around and leaving. This feels like an intrusion of privacy despite it not being a private place at all. She doesn't need to see her or make out the words to know who it is she's talking to or what she's saying.
Her poor girl.
She can't leave her daughter again. Not even if she might want to be left alone in her grief for a while. So, Claire moves to the proper row, though she hesitates near the end so as not to startle her too badly.]
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There are plenty of ghosts around these days, and she hopes he never wakes up. It was less cruel, before Brianna herself came out of stasis, but she can't imagine a life with Frank in it now. She's not the woman he married before the war, and even more so now she's not even the woman who had him live a lie for two decades. No part of her wishes Bree to carry the grief that she does, but she can't imagine her seeing how ugly her mother and father could be would help matters.
So, while she passes by Frank's pod each and every time, she does still spend some of her time in stasis, visiting others. Jon. Sansa. Jenny. She's even found Joe Abernathy here, her dear friend.
She doesn't expect to hear her daughter's voice drifting down the rows as she walks. For a long moment, Claire considers turning around and leaving. This feels like an intrusion of privacy despite it not being a private place at all. She doesn't need to see her or make out the words to know who it is she's talking to or what she's saying.
Her poor girl.
She can't leave her daughter again. Not even if she might want to be left alone in her grief for a while. So, Claire moves to the proper row, though she hesitates near the end so as not to startle her too badly.]
Bree?