[ There's an instinctive tension that rises in her shoulders as he pulls her closer — some part of her that still doesn't trust herself. But it lasts only a moment, that slight resistance to being comforted — then she puts her arms around him fiercely, holding him against her with all the strength left in her body. She's so sorry. Sorry for being reckless, for being barbaric and cruel — but unable to voice that apology, knowing that she isn't likely to change either. She is what she is. A terrible, violent mess.
But she's a terrible, violent mess that loves him. And that love swells painfully in her chest when he tells her it's all right — him, comforting her, when she was the one who nearly murdered him —
Her grip on him tightens. Her voice is muffled when it finally comes: ]
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But she's a terrible, violent mess that loves him. And that love swells painfully in her chest when he tells her it's all right — him, comforting her, when she was the one who nearly murdered him —
Her grip on him tightens. Her voice is muffled when it finally comes: ]
Don't let this change us.
[ Quieter still, low and rough: ]
Please.