[She says it with more blunt force than with emotion, and she knows - she thinks it might be that way for Steph too, feeling like talking into and through a fog. These words sound like they ought to shine some kind of light. They don't. They can't. There isn't any light.
There's a shape in the darkness, though, of something solid - that's what this is, this kind of promise. Something to put your hand to and keep going.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 10:03 pm (UTC)[She says it with more blunt force than with emotion, and she knows - she thinks it might be that way for Steph too, feeling like talking into and through a fog. These words sound like they ought to shine some kind of light. They don't. They can't. There isn't any light.
There's a shape in the darkness, though, of something solid - that's what this is, this kind of promise. Something to put your hand to and keep going.]
You - Steph - you should wash the blood off...