[ . . . his expression softens at that, touched. he'll bump shoulders with her - and then lean lightly against her. another anchor, another reminder of exactly how he's still here.]
... me too. I'll carry you with me, wherever I go.
Then we'll both be able to leave our mark, right? On each other - and on whatever world we find ourselves in.
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... me too. I'll carry you with me, wherever I go.
Then we'll both be able to leave our mark, right? On each other - and on whatever world we find ourselves in.
[proof that they were once there.]