[She says it softly, barely more than a whisper. The thought of going on without Vi is almost impossible to contemplate, but she knows Vi would want her to.
She has to keep going. She has to, and she knows it. So why is it still so hard to tear her eyes away from the gravestone, let alone walk away from it?
Her fingers flex around the torch, gripping it so hard her knuckles turn white. A duty. She has a duty, too.]
no subject
[She says it softly, barely more than a whisper. The thought of going on without Vi is almost impossible to contemplate, but she knows Vi would want her to.
She has to keep going. She has to, and she knows it. So why is it still so hard to tear her eyes away from the gravestone, let alone walk away from it?
Her fingers flex around the torch, gripping it so hard her knuckles turn white. A duty. She has a duty, too.]
She'd want me to keep fighting.