[ he half-collapses against her, tucking his face against the crook of her neck as he fights to breathe evenly, to stop the tears — and he's never allowed himself to cry over this before, has never stopped to think about it all with the clarity he now has, to see the horror of it all in perfect detail instead of the vague notes he'd known prior to venturing there himself. his tears are for edwin as much as they are for every other unfortunate, undeserving soul down there.
and yet, despite the horrors, he knows he'd go there again, and again, and again, if needed.
he sniffles as she lets go of him, brushes his hand under his eyes and nods. ]
... Yeah. I know. [ that it's not enough, and that they need to do it, regardless.
and then, with a tremulous tilt of his lips, ] She's lucky to have you.
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and yet, despite the horrors, he knows he'd go there again, and again, and again, if needed.
he sniffles as she lets go of him, brushes his hand under his eyes and nods. ]
... Yeah. I know. [ that it's not enough, and that they need to do it, regardless.
and then, with a tremulous tilt of his lips, ] She's lucky to have you.