[ he'll hold her for as long as she allows, no pulling away. after a bit of silence, of not knowing what to say, of processing the memory and her feelings and his own, he finally speaks, voice soft. ]
I'm glad that you get to be yourself again. If nothing else, I'm glad for that.
[ and he really, really hopes this place and its shadows will leave her alone, too. ]
They're good friends. I'm glad they didn't give up on you. That's how it should be!
[ not that he has to tell her that. ]
What happened, anyway? Was it something like the shadows here? [ he adds quickly, ] You don't have to talk about it, though - not if you aren't comfortable with it. It's okay.
I'm what's called a "Child of the Full Moon." I was born with a power that's been passed down through my family. I was able to use it to heal, but to the world... that power is a poison.
Someone found a way to control it for his own purposes... and in doing so, he could control me.
Yeah... I get that. [ he smiles. ] It's really good that you have friends like that. You're really lucky to have them. I bet it would have made them sad to lose you for real, too.
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When a few moments pass, and she comes back to her senses, she tucks her face into his shoulder and hugs him back.]
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I'm glad that you get to be yourself again. If nothing else, I'm glad for that.
[ and he really, really hopes this place and its shadows will leave her alone, too. ]
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I... I'm glad too...
My friends came to save me. When I'd lost hope... They still believed I could come back.
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[ not that he has to tell her that. ]
What happened, anyway? Was it something like the shadows here? [ he adds quickly, ] You don't have to talk about it, though - not if you aren't comfortable with it. It's okay.
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I'm what's called a "Child of the Full Moon." I was born with a power that's been passed down through my family. I was able to use it to heal, but to the world... that power is a poison.
Someone found a way to control it for his own purposes... and in doing so, he could control me.
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You broke free, though, didn't you?
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If dying was the only way to stop hurting people... I'd do it.
But... at the same time, I really wanted to live... They wouldn't let me forget that.
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