Equally, he doesn't know what to say exactly because words elude him when they matter most. He only knows that he's angry at his continued existence when all around him continue to die before him. It's always been his life, though, and nothing has ever or can ever be changed about it. Perhaps somehow he might be able to stop Clara ever doing this for him. His mind turns it over even now, even understanding fate as he does.
There are no easy answers here, nothing he can even do about any of it right now, but he settles for something that feels tangible and easy, reaching out to pull her into a tight hug, a hug that would protect her from everything if he could control that.
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Equally, he doesn't know what to say exactly because words elude him when they matter most. He only knows that he's angry at his continued existence when all around him continue to die before him. It's always been his life, though, and nothing has ever or can ever be changed about it. Perhaps somehow he might be able to stop Clara ever doing this for him. His mind turns it over even now, even understanding fate as he does.
There are no easy answers here, nothing he can even do about any of it right now, but he settles for something that feels tangible and easy, reaching out to pull her into a tight hug, a hug that would protect her from everything if he could control that.