[here, he doesn't have to be intact. doesn't have to sew himself up with lies and cigarettes to get through, he can be tattered and piecemeal and hidden under her wings so no one he doesn't want to see it will. this information is trust, she knows, so she puts it in the space of her heart where things don't get out, to keep it true.
to only be able to hope that someone you care for is alright. to be so far removed there's nothing to link you. and then the same promise, which might have rung true in the last world but loses its shine now. it's a lot to take in, to hold. Emily can't lie to him and say this time is different without proof of that. there's no promises, only wishes. and wishes didn't give you something to keep warm enough at night with.
when she does finally speak, her voice is soft enough that it doesn't cut harshly through the quiet.]
...If you had your choice of it, what would you do? What do you want?
[what, then, becomes the future, when the supposed image is nothing more than a large illusion? what can he make of it?
whatever he chooses, she'll help how she can. even if that's just sitting beside him while he tries to untangle the mire in his head.]
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to only be able to hope that someone you care for is alright. to be so far removed there's nothing to link you. and then the same promise, which might have rung true in the last world but loses its shine now. it's a lot to take in, to hold. Emily can't lie to him and say this time is different without proof of that. there's no promises, only wishes. and wishes didn't give you something to keep warm enough at night with.
when she does finally speak, her voice is soft enough that it doesn't cut harshly through the quiet.]
...If you had your choice of it, what would you do? What do you want?
[what, then, becomes the future, when the supposed image is nothing more than a large illusion? what can he make of it?
whatever he chooses, she'll help how she can. even if that's just sitting beside him while he tries to untangle the mire in his head.]