[She was fine, it's a story she's had to tell more than once, and something that she'll never be over, but it's not such a wound as it used to be. But then he says that, that she was doing a good job. The sentiment stings at her nose and eyes and the line of her mouth presses together.
Leaning into the hug, she blinks a few times and the feeling fades enough to find her voice,]
Thank you.
[It was something she tried to do- she misses them so much, and hoped that if her father could see her somehow he would be proud of her, despite the mistakes she's made. Finally, she pulls away, absentmindedly touching her cheeks as if making sure no tears actually spilled out,]
There are others who survived, from being off planet. I hope someday that I will have a chance to meet them.
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Leaning into the hug, she blinks a few times and the feeling fades enough to find her voice,]
Thank you.
[It was something she tried to do- she misses them so much, and hoped that if her father could see her somehow he would be proud of her, despite the mistakes she's made. Finally, she pulls away, absentmindedly touching her cheeks as if making sure no tears actually spilled out,]
There are others who survived, from being off planet. I hope someday that I will have a chance to meet them.