[ Her strangled cries lance right through him, and it takes all his force of will to stay standing, to not let his knees buckle beneath him and sink with her onto the rough cobblestones beneath them. And wouldn't that just be so easy? To let this most recent injustice envelop them, to give into the ache, that tantalizing sorrow that's been hovering like a cloud over him for days now. He's...so damn tired...
But it's not a choice; not really. There's only one option, no matter how his heart is breaking for her, for everything she's suffered and is still suffering with no signs of reprieve. She buries her face against his neck, and though a sob shudders through him, he keeps one arm tight around her while he kneels, just enough, to scoop his other arm under her knees and pick her up. ]
I've got you, sweetheart.
[ He starts back down the alleyway, holding her so tight, like she's the one keeping him up and not the other way around. ]
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But it's not a choice; not really. There's only one option, no matter how his heart is breaking for her, for everything she's suffered and is still suffering with no signs of reprieve. She buries her face against his neck, and though a sob shudders through him, he keeps one arm tight around her while he kneels, just enough, to scoop his other arm under her knees and pick her up. ]
I've got you, sweetheart.
[ He starts back down the alleyway, holding her so tight, like she's the one keeping him up and not the other way around. ]