“They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love.“/ @killedbyvoldemort
THEY HAD ALL LOST SO MUCH . this war heavy on their shoulders, ribs cracked open as their hearts were tested over and over . what motivated you, after all that hurting, he wondered . he had always been driven by love, by wanting something better of this world they all had to live in .
he stills as she speaks . if he made too much of a move, if he said too much, would she startle and not speak another word. it was not like dorcas to say so much, to leave her vulnerabilities exposed for anyone to see . he didn’t imagine anything touched her, thought all that ice must burn out any thing else . but maybe he’d seen her wrong all along .
hazel eyes set on her, and if she was looking back at him, he was sure she would see the sympathy he felt mirrored back to her . he didn’t know who she had lost, how many until it was deemed there was no one left . but it was not a place he’d like to be, he still clung, hard and fast to those he loved . his heart always so full of the trying, like he could anchor them here to this world, ensure they were safe out of sheer will alone .
❝ I’m sorry ❞ they are weak words , not nearly enough offered to ease the pain of all that she had revealed to him . but what else was there to say, he didn’t know . that was the pain of it, that grief was so heavy, and loss was so long, and death was so irreversible .
of course there are other ways to be hurt . but he doesn’t say anything, he knows she would have known that. maybe she truly did not care . but still, head shakes, ❝ still . you shouldn’t have to do everything . shouldn’t go out alone . people care about you ❞
