[ he manages a nod there — it may be late, later than he'd wanted, but at least he got to tell him. perhaps it's a weird feeling, suddenly being fiercely glad of his own death... but then, maybe not. at least, if his death made it possible for cora to hear this, for them to be reunited, then there's no question. it was worth it.
and though he's never been one to voice, well, most emotional things that exist, he's learned his lesson of not getting to say the things he thinks. which is why he's quick to respond, quietly still, ] I missed you too.
[ every single day for thirteen years. some days were better, some days were worse, but it was always there.
a sharp voice in his head reminds him that while cora may have missed him, he missed the child he used to be — not him as he is now.
to distract himself from the thought, law continues, ]
... Tell me more about this place. Where are we? How long have you been here? [ long enough to make friends, it seems. which is both good (he's glad cora's not been entirely alone) and bad (he's been here long enough for that, and this place doesn't seem safe). ]
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and though he's never been one to voice, well, most emotional things that exist, he's learned his lesson of not getting to say the things he thinks. which is why he's quick to respond, quietly still, ] I missed you too.
[ every single day for thirteen years. some days were better, some days were worse, but it was always there.
a sharp voice in his head reminds him that while cora may have missed him, he missed the child he used to be — not him as he is now.
to distract himself from the thought, law continues, ]
... Tell me more about this place. Where are we? How long have you been here? [ long enough to make friends, it seems. which is both good (he's glad cora's not been entirely alone) and bad (he's been here long enough for that, and this place doesn't seem safe). ]