She doesn't mean to interrupt him, but she can see the trauma playing itself out in his head. And it doesn't make sense, because he's standing here, his face unscarred by anything as violent as a shotgun blast.
He's whole, and vibrant, and here.
She doesn't quite know how that can be. His body is behind her, lying mouldering in the ground, and he's standing right in front of her.
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She doesn't mean to interrupt him, but she can see the trauma playing itself out in his head. And it doesn't make sense, because he's standing here, his face unscarred by anything as violent as a shotgun blast.
He's whole, and vibrant, and here.
She doesn't quite know how that can be. His body is behind her, lying mouldering in the ground, and he's standing right in front of her.