[The misfortune of a link: Everything flowed in, blended and amplified. It left an ache in Kanji's heart, and that telltale ache behind the eyes of weary tear ducts. He hadn't felt anything like this in a long, long time.
He stroked her hair and felt that especially tempting pull in his soul, that desire to just relive it all again and again and step away from everything else. It was the same when his father died, reliving the final moments he'd been able to speak with him, and kicking himself over and over in a mental self-flagellation. Though proverbial fingers seemed to reach for that option, it took will to pull that away.]
Th-this sucks. I'm so sorry...
[Don't blame yourself. For as long as he lived, for as long as he was here, he would remind her of this. Even if they didn't have the issues they had, even if somehow they were fuckin' Stepford Folk, it wouldn't have changed this outcome. When the ultrasound showed vague chroma cores within the shelled outlines,perhaps... perhaps they knew, but didn't listen to themselves.
But that left the plants. The shells. What should they do with them...?]
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He stroked her hair and felt that especially tempting pull in his soul, that desire to just relive it all again and again and step away from everything else. It was the same when his father died, reliving the final moments he'd been able to speak with him, and kicking himself over and over in a mental self-flagellation. Though proverbial fingers seemed to reach for that option, it took will to pull that away.]
Th-this sucks. I'm so sorry...
[Don't blame yourself. For as long as he lived, for as long as he was here, he would remind her of this. Even if they didn't have the issues they had, even if somehow they were fuckin' Stepford Folk, it wouldn't have changed this outcome. When the ultrasound showed vague chroma cores within the shelled outlines,perhaps... perhaps they knew, but didn't listen to themselves.
But that left the plants. The shells. What should they do with them...?]