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Through the Living Hope

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  1. She laughed through the tears and said, "We're gonna be here a while, then."
  2. She doesn't for quite some time. As far as memory served, this was the first time she'd had a good, safe-feeling hug. Her hands, and by extent her grip, tightened. Her wet face also began to soak into Pic's shirt.
  3. She put her arms up under his and wrapped her hands on his shoulders. When her face hit his chest, she began to sob.
  4. "It isn't the music itself that I dislike. It's more the reason why it sounds good. My father was so... well, so pissed that I didn't have the Allomantic attribute that he wanted from me that he wanted me out of his hair as soon as possible. He made sure I was educated to appeal to the scholarly types, and he forced me to take singing, piano, and violin lessons to appeal to the musically inclined. And while he was less restricted on... certain parts of me," she rubbed her arms, "he made sure to keep my face unmarred. For those attracted to the superficial."
  5. He took it and fluttered down to the lobby floor. He began tearing at the rat.
  6. Trevor started preening his head again.
  7. "It'll probably be with just him. I don't like making music." Around others, she finished in her head.
  8. "Bit of a strange request, and a little out of place in the conversation but... oh, well."
  9. She muttered, "Especially when it's the habit of a lifetime..."
  10. "No, I... It's just a force of habit."
  11. She flinched and her arm jerked - like she had tried to pull it away but stopped partway through the action. Because she had. It's not like that here. She stopped. "Sorry."
  12. Between musical phrases, she responded, "And not thinking can be more so."
  13. Her eyes were still a little red from crying, but they were mostly normal, and other than that she looked fine. She nodded.
  14. She stopped for a moment, yanked it from him, threw it out the window, and locked the window. She continued.
  15. Deep down, she wanted to. But just like always, when she tried to claim something for herself, it always went back to him. He had trained her in music to make her more attractive. He had designed the scars on her arms with his belt. And you've left him behind, she reminded herself. Softly, she echoed.
  16. "Huh? Oh! No." She wasn't lying - she just wasn't telling the full truth.
  17. She went silent and zoned out. Death will eventually claim all of us, whether we like it or not…
  18. “He Who Ends- you mean the voice we were talking to?” Trevor flew after him and landed on his shoulder once he’d stopped.
  19. He did not resist. “No, it’s fine. I figured you needed it more than I did when you passed out. By the way, what happened?”
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