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He wakes slowly, the world coming back to him in pieces.

She's here. That's good.

...and they won. But...

 

did i hurt us? –you?

i don't know if

did you feel it?

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Of course I felt it. She's still a little raw, in the aftermath, not quite her usual stable bedrock. We're going to kill Him; it's fine.

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It's not.

But she's fine. And he's–someone, he's alive.

(And it's not the same, she could have told him no, it's not.)

 

he's/i'm going to keep getting hurt.

he/i doesn't/don't want to do that again. to Us.

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You needed it. I don't regret being there. I won't regret it next time, either.

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when I get stronger I don't want to take it out of you.

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And I don't want to hold you back. And I'm good at this. At being strong in this way; at being resilient. She's hurting now, it's true, but in the end she'll be stronger for it; she doesn't know how she knows, but she knows.

 

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...

 

promise if it ever starts to take you apart you won't let me.

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She considers that - oh, he loves me - and melts into him a little. Yeah, I can do that.

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He does love her. He does, he does, so much.

And someday she might have to stop him, or cut him away, and whichever has to happen – they'll both be strong enough for it, by then.

But right now they're here.

He puts his arm around her, as well as he can.

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Mmmm. Love you. Not going anywhere.

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Neither of them are, for a long time.

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After a few minutes, he remembers that there's something new on his body that he should take a look at.

He repositions himself carefully to lift his left not-yet-an-arm.

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There's not much to see, just smooth black metal covering half the stump, the flesh around it still slightly red and swollen, with a plastic cap on the end.

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It's a lot to him.

He raises his other hand to brush the surface of the metal with his fingers.

this is good.

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Yeah. He earned it. They earned it.

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They did.

(Through passion, they gain strength.)

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Through strength, we gain power.
Through power, we gain victory.
Through victory, our chains are broken.
The Force shall free us.

She curls around him, almost as impressed with this feat of memory as with his tenacity.

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–she got that one by herself.

He's so glad, so proud of her. He kisses both her cheeks.

we're going to be amazing.

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We are. She snuggles up to him.

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It can just be this, for a while. They don't need anything else.

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Mmmmm. Yeah.

 

She does notice, after a while, that they're hungry. We should eat.

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Oh. Right. Hunger.

yeah. we...call them, right...?

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Yeah. Or send Daisy.

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you  have her name.

That wasn't his memory, either. It was hers.

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...huh.

   ...was it?

She examines the bond between them.

There's not that much of a difference, now. She's alarmed, just a little, worried how he's going to react. I must've done it during the surgery.

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