[Hugs aren't enough to heal these wounds, much as either of them might wish it, but they're both aware of that, and Ochako clings to him anyway, still resistance of the tears at first - because, god, god she's cried herself red so many times this week already - before she can't keep it in any longer. One thing she's learned since the meteor fell is that there are always, always more tears to be shed.
Sorey understands, she thinks, by the way he's holding her. He gets it. She wishes that weren't so, but the truth is there's no helping death. Even heroes fall. He died saving people- saving those left behind, anyone he could, saving her.
She's not a hero yet, so she couldn't save him. He'd probably say something succinct and biting, something to snap her out of it- to acknowledge her weakness, use it to build upon her strengths. What did you learn from this, Uraraka?
Nothing. Nothing, yet. She's not ready for this lesson.]
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Sorey understands, she thinks, by the way he's holding her. He gets it. She wishes that weren't so, but the truth is there's no helping death. Even heroes fall. He died saving people- saving those left behind, anyone he could, saving her.
She's not a hero yet, so she couldn't save him. He'd probably say something succinct and biting, something to snap her out of it- to acknowledge her weakness, use it to build upon her strengths. What did you learn from this, Uraraka?
Nothing. Nothing, yet. She's not ready for this lesson.]