Every step crawls along her skin, tracing old wounds like knives. She hates it here, really hates it here. She can't stand feeling helpless, and she can't stand imprisonment, not anymore.
That's why she made herself come. When she sees him beating the Barge, calling for Charles, she sees herself as she was, tears streaking and staining her face, fear overtaking every ounce of sanity and pity. She goes to him before she can think better of it, wrapping her hands around his.]
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Every step crawls along her skin, tracing old wounds like knives. She hates it here, really hates it here. She can't stand feeling helpless, and she can't stand imprisonment, not anymore.
That's why she made herself come. When she sees him beating the Barge, calling for Charles, she sees herself as she was, tears streaking and staining her face, fear overtaking every ounce of sanity and pity. She goes to him before she can think better of it, wrapping her hands around his.]