[ The blood rain is something she'd rather not talk about, if she's honest. She'd managed not to deal with much of her own past — but the people she cares about hadn't been so lucky. And it's the caring that always drives her to exhaustion. She can't help herself — she's the sentimental type, despite knowing better — and sometimes she resents her own bleeding heart. But it can't be undone. Her feelings are what they are.
Those feelings are probably less than what her people deserve, but it's all she has.
At length, with a rare quietness: ]
They worried, when you were gone. And I couldn't do a damn thing.
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Those feelings are probably less than what her people deserve, but it's all she has.
At length, with a rare quietness: ]
They worried, when you were gone. And I couldn't do a damn thing.