[ A little... pained, perhaps—he brings a hand up to touch her cheek. The ungloved right one. And will smile in such a way where it's so infinitely fond... and yet rather apologetic as well. ]
I'm not. [ One brush and then two, tucking some hair back behind her ear. ]
Even though the scars remain, our wounds will always heal. And because we have them, we remember what was so important to us to fight for.
[ Or to risk dying for. Not to let himself hurt anyone. ]
I could never regret something like that.
So please don't be sad about such a thing? [ Because he really is okay now, see?
At least, aside from the rotting-from-the-inside zombie plague. ]
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[ A little... pained, perhaps—he brings a hand up to touch her cheek. The ungloved right one. And will smile in such a way where it's so infinitely fond... and yet rather apologetic as well. ]
I'm not. [ One brush and then two, tucking some hair back behind her ear. ]
Even though the scars remain, our wounds will always heal. And because we have them, we remember what was so important to us to fight for.
[ Or to risk dying for. Not to let himself hurt anyone. ]
I could never regret something like that.
So please don't be sad about such a thing? [ Because he really is okay now, see?
At least, aside from the rotting-from-the-inside zombie plague. ]