[ That gives her pause, makes her hold her breath and her eyes widen. Family. He kinda is, isn't he? Technically seeing that they are the same person, right? The same blood flows through their veins, they share the same features - hell you could call them twins if you wanted to. Maybe she shouldn't give it a second thought, just smile and accept what is practically already there.
She misses having a brother, misses Carver more than she can properly express. Misses those who aren't present, the people who became her family when she was left with nothing else. It wouldn't hurt, would it? He's probably feeling the same, or at least something similar, which is why he asked in the first place.
It hurts but she curls into herself, wounds flaring angrily, and rests her forehead on top of her knees. She'd make for a pathetic sight right now, arm and side burnt, clothes charred, hair a mess. Makes her glad that he can't see her, nor hear the tremor she'd undoubtedly have in her voice. Wouldn't be able to live if down if he heard.
Her reply comes a few moments later, short and sweet: ]
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She misses having a brother, misses Carver more than she can properly express. Misses those who aren't present, the people who became her family when she was left with nothing else. It wouldn't hurt, would it? He's probably feeling the same, or at least something similar, which is why he asked in the first place.
It hurts but she curls into herself, wounds flaring angrily, and rests her forehead on top of her knees. She'd make for a pathetic sight right now, arm and side burnt, clothes charred, hair a mess. Makes her glad that he can't see her, nor hear the tremor she'd undoubtedly have in her voice. Wouldn't be able to live if down if he heard.
Her reply comes a few moments later, short and sweet: ]
yeah
[ Don't mess this one up. ]