Regan looks up at her husband. Breathes in, and out, and her jaw firms.
"I know."
Is she trying to convince him or herself? Does it matter, at this point?
"We will."
Her arms slide down -- each movement feels far too deliberate, as if her fingers should crack as they loosen, and in a distant clinical part of her brain she thinks this is shock, for all of us it is -- and she rests her hands on Gabriel's waist.
She tries a smile. It's bitter, and crooked, but it's a good effort. "We'll get them back, and they'll be just fine."
If she tries hard -- and, oh, she's trying -- she can almost believe herself.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:19 am (UTC)"I know."
Is she trying to convince him or herself? Does it matter, at this point?
"We will."
Her arms slide down -- each movement feels far too deliberate, as if her fingers should crack as they loosen, and in a distant clinical part of her brain she thinks this is shock, for all of us it is -- and she rests her hands on Gabriel's waist.
She tries a smile. It's bitter, and crooked, but it's a good effort. "We'll get them back, and they'll be just fine."
If she tries hard -- and, oh, she's trying -- she can almost believe herself.
We WILL.