[ She doesn't have the energy to fight him, even if she'd wanted. She's tired, weak, and why hadn't she noticed that before?
But she doesn't want to fight him. The solid presence of him surrounding her is the only thing she's properly convinced is real. They've taunted her with him before, too, but not like this. He wasn't alive, but then she hadn't been either. Is she alive now? Oh, she just isn't sure anymore.
With her head resting on his shoulder, pressed close against him, she can faintly feel his hearts, synced to the same eerie ticking as her own, as if they're both mechanical toys. The sound that leaves her throat, muffled against the fabric of his jacket, is something between a laugh and a sob. And so she lets him half carry, half drag her away from the room and its whispers, the promises she knows it can't keep. ]
She doesn't need me. But she's still just a little girl.
[ A little girl who had been just as lost and lonely and afraid as River ever had in her own life, a little girl who needed someone. ]
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But she doesn't want to fight him. The solid presence of him surrounding her is the only thing she's properly convinced is real. They've taunted her with him before, too, but not like this. He wasn't alive, but then she hadn't been either. Is she alive now? Oh, she just isn't sure anymore.
With her head resting on his shoulder, pressed close against him, she can faintly feel his hearts, synced to the same eerie ticking as her own, as if they're both mechanical toys. The sound that leaves her throat, muffled against the fabric of his jacket, is something between a laugh and a sob. And so she lets him half carry, half drag her away from the room and its whispers, the promises she knows it can't keep. ]
She doesn't need me. But she's still just a little girl.
[ A little girl who had been just as lost and lonely and afraid as River ever had in her own life, a little girl who needed someone. ]