[He wants to demand to know how she can say that. How can she say it's not his fault when he was there. He'd stood there. He'd watched it happen and been helpless. Felt it. In every gritty, crackling detail.]
[But lashing out at her, who's only here to offer support, to help does no good. It's not her fault, any more than she says it isn't his.]
[Take care of your father edged through with tossing him clear like a horrifying rag doll over Allura's face as the doors close and seal and every time he's lost someone...]
[His fingers, the real ones, the ones that won't hurt someone as strong as she is, tangle in her sleeve.]
no subject
[But lashing out at her, who's only here to offer support, to help does no good. It's not her fault, any more than she says it isn't his.]
[Take care of your father edged through with tossing him clear like a horrifying rag doll over Allura's face as the doors close and seal and every time he's lost someone...]
[His fingers, the real ones, the ones that won't hurt someone as strong as she is, tangle in her sleeve.]
I want to believe you.