[she doesn't know who this is, either, and perhaps it doesn't even have the same ring of familiarity that the other two did, where if she focuses she remembers, can place them, knows.
no, this man is a mystery to her, a face she glimpsed once or twice when she focused as much as she could on the mirrors in that hall. mirrors reflecting back a loss that might not be capable of recovery.
she's covered in blood, carrying this spear. and she thinks she knows who he is anyway, even if she doesn't know him. and she doesn't want to kill anyone anymore. that - no, she's tired of that. she's tired of hurting people, even if she can't seem to stop.]
Help me. Please, help me.
[he sees her like this, what they made her into, what she's become. and she wants to know, needs to know, is, back then, did he love her? and does he love her now? is it even possible to see all of it clearly and still love her?]
[The man's hands shake and his eyes flick quick between hers. Seeing something, daring not hope — can't even think to hope, even if it's all he comes to this fucking town to do — not when she's slathered in blood. Not when she's frightened, this strange woman with the strange weapon, who looks so much like her mother.
He's almost convinced she isn't real, even after she speaks. Then he swallows, hands lighting on her shoulders.]
Good god, child, you're...what's happened to you? Come in, come in.
[He will hold her. She calls him father, and he almost chokes with the need for it to be true.
He's never forgiven Viconia. He's never forgiven the town, but he comes back every year, even if they put her headstone in the family plot up north. Even if there's no reason to, if no one else here had marked her passing or laid out flowers. He has to, because she wasn't found. She was missing.
And she's here now.]
Jenny, oh my Jenny...Don't be. Please, don't be. It's all my fault.
[He pulls her in. In complete disbelief, taking her to fetch a towel, wipe some of this off. But they need help, don't they? He tries the phone and gets nothing but a dial tone, so let's go down together, Jenny, please stay with me, let's go down and try the front desk. Let's go down and get you looked at, hold onto my arm, love, I won't let you go.
He doesn't let her go. He doesn't know how it's possible, but he refuses to believe it's anything but the truth. She's his, and he's hers.
With hitching breaths and entangled arms, the pair descend the bloodied stairs together.]
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no, this man is a mystery to her, a face she glimpsed once or twice when she focused as much as she could on the mirrors in that hall. mirrors reflecting back a loss that might not be capable of recovery.
she's covered in blood, carrying this spear. and she thinks she knows who he is anyway, even if she doesn't know him. and she doesn't want to kill anyone anymore. that - no, she's tired of that. she's tired of hurting people, even if she can't seem to stop.]
Help me. Please, help me.
[he sees her like this, what they made her into, what she's become. and she wants to know, needs to know, is, back then, did he love her? and does he love her now? is it even possible to see all of it clearly and still love her?]
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[The man's hands shake and his eyes flick quick between hers. Seeing something, daring not hope — can't even think to hope, even if it's all he comes to this fucking town to do — not when she's slathered in blood. Not when she's frightened, this strange woman with the strange weapon, who looks so much like her mother.
He's almost convinced she isn't real, even after she speaks. Then he swallows, hands lighting on her shoulders.]
Good god, child, you're...what's happened to you? Come in, come in.
[Except you need to leave. Don't you?]
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Father, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
[she's not going anywhere. this is all she ever wanted, even if it's not complete, even if he doesn't seem to understand, or know her.
but you can make her leave, that's fine.]
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He's never forgiven Viconia. He's never forgiven the town, but he comes back every year, even if they put her headstone in the family plot up north. Even if there's no reason to, if no one else here had marked her passing or laid out flowers. He has to, because she wasn't found. She was missing.
And she's here now.]
Jenny, oh my Jenny...Don't be. Please, don't be. It's all my fault.
[He pulls her in. In complete disbelief, taking her to fetch a towel, wipe some of this off. But they need help, don't they? He tries the phone and gets nothing but a dial tone, so let's go down together, Jenny, please stay with me, let's go down and try the front desk. Let's go down and get you looked at, hold onto my arm, love, I won't let you go.
He doesn't let her go. He doesn't know how it's possible, but he refuses to believe it's anything but the truth. She's his, and he's hers.
With hitching breaths and entangled arms, the pair descend the bloodied stairs together.]