"No, it doesn't make fucking sense," she says. They can definitely agree on that.
It's all she can do to take that first step to follow him. It isn't that she doesn't trust him (she doesn't entirely, but there's also no one she trusts more to have her back). It's that he can't be real. Talking about going in somewhere warm like the last time she saw him he wasn't beaten and bloody almost beyond recognition, like he hadn't fucking died. Of course she was always going to outlive him if he could help that; he wasn't young when they met and he is the way he is anyway. But it wasn't supposed to be like that, and it haunts her, twists her into someone she can't recognise, someone he wouldn't want her to be, someone angry and ruthless and unforgiving.
She sure grew up to be his daughter after all of it, didn't she?
She finally takes that step. The one after it comes a little easier. She catches up, but not close enough to touch. That's a habit she has with almost everyone these days anyway, but...it's just a lot, okay?
"The house I'm staying in has heat. I mean, unless the power went out again, but there's a fireplace." Can ghosts even feel cold, she wonders uselessly. But he doesn't seem like a ghost. Still, she's not sure he'll actually be there the whole way. What if he disappears into the mist? What if she wakes up and it was all a crazy dream?
Fuck, what if he doesn't disappear halfway back to the house?
"You, uh...did you just wake up in the woods?" she asks. She's always talked to fill silences, and even if she's more subdued than she was before, she still has that habit.
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It's all she can do to take that first step to follow him. It isn't that she doesn't trust him (she doesn't entirely, but there's also no one she trusts more to have her back). It's that he can't be real. Talking about going in somewhere warm like the last time she saw him he wasn't beaten and bloody almost beyond recognition, like he hadn't fucking died. Of course she was always going to outlive him if he could help that; he wasn't young when they met and he is the way he is anyway. But it wasn't supposed to be like that, and it haunts her, twists her into someone she can't recognise, someone he wouldn't want her to be, someone angry and ruthless and unforgiving.
She sure grew up to be his daughter after all of it, didn't she?
She finally takes that step. The one after it comes a little easier. She catches up, but not close enough to touch. That's a habit she has with almost everyone these days anyway, but...it's just a lot, okay?
"The house I'm staying in has heat. I mean, unless the power went out again, but there's a fireplace." Can ghosts even feel cold, she wonders uselessly. But he doesn't seem like a ghost. Still, she's not sure he'll actually be there the whole way. What if he disappears into the mist? What if she wakes up and it was all a crazy dream?
Fuck, what if he doesn't disappear halfway back to the house?
"You, uh...did you just wake up in the woods?" she asks. She's always talked to fill silences, and even if she's more subdued than she was before, she still has that habit.