The pale haired woman was Elizabeth and the mother, Irene.
[ Their names were seldom forgotten, especially those who left such an impact. As she comes to understand love and it's many forms, looking at them in hindsight produces an array of emotions. Of course, just as she was created, she cared for them all... but in different ways. ]
Mm... The Waking World, while beautiful and fascinating, is so very unkind.
[ She rests her hand gently against his shoulder. ]
The Hunt does, indeed, begin life anew in possibly the most horrific of ways. But to have bested it, and to have become reborn again... Your strength is boundless.
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[ Their names were seldom forgotten, especially those who left such an impact. As she comes to understand love and it's many forms, looking at them in hindsight produces an array of emotions. Of course, just as she was created, she cared for them all... but in different ways. ]
Mm... The Waking World, while beautiful and fascinating, is so very unkind.
[ She rests her hand gently against his shoulder. ]
The Hunt does, indeed, begin life anew in possibly the most horrific of ways. But to have bested it, and to have become reborn again... Your strength is boundless.