[ She isn't whole, hasn't felt whole in a very long time. And here, in his arms, there is no chance for her to feel whole, either, but it's okay. She lost a piece of herself when she told Matt how to torture to man. When she told him how to save the life of another that hurt her so deeply it gave her night terrors. When she bypassed her oath and what made her who she was to save the lives of vigilantes.
And now here she was, held tight in the arms of a man who killed for a living. Her complete opposite, and yet here and now, she felt like she was in the right place. Not quite belonged, but she was weirdly, incomprehensibly safe.
She chuckles, but this time, it's actually heartfelt. Her fingers relax a little, but she doesn't let him go. ]
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And now here she was, held tight in the arms of a man who killed for a living. Her complete opposite, and yet here and now, she felt like she was in the right place. Not quite belonged, but she was weirdly, incomprehensibly safe.
She chuckles, but this time, it's actually heartfelt. Her fingers relax a little, but she doesn't let him go. ]
A hardship, holding me in your arms, huh?