[ Nothing to hide but the eyes themselves-- and so she does, with her own grasping hands, smaller and poorer a shield they might be. Her heart aches, more than anything (everything) else of her body.
You cannot save everyone. She knows the truth of this well enough, has lived more than once the reality of too many in need for her to provide for all, even if she were to give up all she had. Of circumstance snatching away too often what had been fought tooth and nail for. But still, even if this man's words are right, even if she had done all she could... ]
...I know. [ Hoarsely, barely above a whisper. Any louder and the words might not come at all. ] I know. But still... he's gone.
[ And is that not, in itself, reason to grieve? Let alone for how close, how close they'd come. ]
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You cannot save everyone. She knows the truth of this well enough, has lived more than once the reality of too many in need for her to provide for all, even if she were to give up all she had. Of circumstance snatching away too often what had been fought tooth and nail for. But still, even if this man's words are right, even if she had done all she could... ]
...I know. [ Hoarsely, barely above a whisper. Any louder and the words might not come at all. ] I know. But still... he's gone.
[ And is that not, in itself, reason to grieve? Let alone for how close, how close they'd come. ]