[ Molly hugs him again at that, holding on. It has been far too long here, and he understands that longing and ache. The feeling of being just done with this place and the Augur. ]
Me too, love. Me too.
[ Yet there's always that part of him, that piece he's tried to compartmentalize and forget about that whispers 'dead' in his heart every time he hears the sentence 'going home'. ]
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[ Molly hugs him again at that, holding on. It has been far too long here, and he understands that longing and ache. The feeling of being just done with this place and the Augur. ]
Me too, love. Me too.
[ Yet there's always that part of him, that piece he's tried to compartmentalize and forget about that whispers 'dead' in his heart every time he hears the sentence 'going home'. ]