[her downcast gaze is suddenly broken by the offered hand, and Cecelia feels her heart thump in double-time out of relief. well, if he can keep hold of himself despite what he'd endured, what excuse does she have besides weakness? that won't do.
so: if only to ensure he and the others remember themselves as she knows them, that's got to be reason enough to keep her head on straight and eyes forward. why bother writing if not that?
with a weird, simmering vindication in her, she unwraps her arms to close her hands around his, for a moment squeezing it as though doing so would cement something in her. perhaps it does.]
I'll remember that. I'll write it down, lest I ever forget.
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so: if only to ensure he and the others remember themselves as she knows them, that's got to be reason enough to keep her head on straight and eyes forward. why bother writing if not that?
with a weird, simmering vindication in her, she unwraps her arms to close her hands around his, for a moment squeezing it as though doing so would cement something in her. perhaps it does.]
I'll remember that. I'll write it down, lest I ever forget.