Her mother lost most of one of her legs and Darcy's world stopped for a span of months. Drove her half nuts. It's what her father had said before he left- 'I can nurse a cripple wife or a batshit daughter but not both'. She'd witnessed how the world stops when someone who people care about gets hurt. Not herself, of course, but she's chewed on that bitterness long enough.
Darcy cannot fathom what it must be like losing so many. And then to be rendered helpless in stopping the deaths of others, forced to let the actual killers go free...
It's bitter in her throat. Darcy finds herself outraged on his behalf, her usual protective instincts forming phantom images of shaking sense into someone into her head. But it's not... helpful. It's the kind of impotent anger that achieves nothing.
"I'm sorry," she croaks at last, her expression grim.
"I... don't know how the afterlife works where you're from. I barely know how it works back home. But I know you need to be alive to be able to avenge them."
She huffs, makes her way over to where he's sat to rest her chin on his head.
"I'd be a hypocrite if I asked you to be careful, or not... try. It's important, and I know you had to. Just... don't. Don't be stupid. For their sake and mine."
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What can she say.
Her mother lost most of one of her legs and Darcy's world stopped for a span of months. Drove her half nuts. It's what her father had said before he left- 'I can nurse a cripple wife or a batshit daughter but not both'. She'd witnessed how the world stops when someone who people care about gets hurt. Not herself, of course, but she's chewed on that bitterness long enough.
Darcy cannot fathom what it must be like losing so many. And then to be rendered helpless in stopping the deaths of others, forced to let the actual killers go free...
It's bitter in her throat. Darcy finds herself outraged on his behalf, her usual protective instincts forming phantom images of shaking sense into someone into her head. But it's not... helpful. It's the kind of impotent anger that achieves nothing.
"I'm sorry," she croaks at last, her expression grim.
"I... don't know how the afterlife works where you're from. I barely know how it works back home. But I know you need to be alive to be able to avenge them."
She huffs, makes her way over to where he's sat to rest her chin on his head.
"I'd be a hypocrite if I asked you to be careful, or not... try. It's important, and I know you had to. Just... don't. Don't be stupid. For their sake and mine."