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I'm not opposed, no. It's nice to be remembered, but I wish this wasn't a way for you to lure in my sons and observe their pain. I'm protective, you know.
[She opens her mouth, closes it and shakes her head slightly, lips curled, expression wry.]
They've made it this far, of course. They'll pull through, and one day I'll hold them again. Tell them I'm sorry and that I love them.
[They grew up hunters because she died - and they grew up having to suffer that pain because she failed to prepare them for its coming. John, too... oh, her regrets.]
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dear_player , please forgive me if you see it twice]
[She opens her mouth, closes it and shakes her head slightly, lips curled, expression wry.]
They've made it this far, of course. They'll pull through, and one day I'll hold them again. Tell them I'm sorry and that I love them.
[They grew up hunters because she died - and they grew up having to suffer that pain because she failed to prepare them for its coming. John, too... oh, her regrets.]
[OOC: Cross posted at
dear_player , please forgive me if you see it twice]
no subject
[he shifts a little bit, uncomfortable, and the macho wit drops into something warmer, but still guarded. because she's still dead and he's not gonna kid himself here.]
Hey, mom.