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week three ❧ saturday
[It doesn't feel real.
It really, really doesn't feel real. But Nino can't stay only with Jaffar. She'll spend the majority of her night with him, naturally, but there are other people she wants to see, other people she wants to speak with--
At least.
That's her intention.
But she can't seem to manage to bring herself to get there--instead, she ends up collapsed in the sand, fingers buried in the grains, and head bowed as she cries.
This is it, after everything--and she doesn't want to die.]
It really, really doesn't feel real. But Nino can't stay only with Jaffar. She'll spend the majority of her night with him, naturally, but there are other people she wants to see, other people she wants to speak with--
At least.
That's her intention.
But she can't seem to manage to bring herself to get there--instead, she ends up collapsed in the sand, fingers buried in the grains, and head bowed as she cries.
This is it, after everything--and she doesn't want to die.]
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[ah]
[such an earnest expression from someone so obnoxiously good should really make her want to hit something. it should really feel like a knife being shoved in her chest, twisted until there's nothing but a bloody hole where her heart used to be]
[and yet]
[. . .]
[there are probably words she could use, here. but words are hard, which is evident by how difficult of a time she had telling Jaffar that she'd be upset if Nino died. so instead of using her words, she uses actions instead-- things she's been picking up from others, from Lucina and Akira, who have both reached out to her with warmth and affection]
[she pats Nino on the head. LIKE A GOOD WINE AUNT]
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A headpat.
Nino's always been the sort of person who, despite appearances, was absolutely starved for physical touch and affection. All she'd ever wanted, in the end, was for her mother to stroke her head just like this, and act like she cared. Even just once. Even for a moment.
It never happened, because her mother had despised her and wanted her dead, but here and now...
Magilou is, and doesn't that mean... Magilou cares?
So Nino's breath hitches, and she closes her eye tightly, and leans into Magilou's touch quietly.]
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[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah]
[THIS IS FINE]
You don't have to be "strong" all the time.
[and. there are the words]
Pain, grief, sadness. They're all a part of living. Just remember, for every drop of grief you feel, there's an ocean of love to counteract it.
[UGH]
Even if you die tomorrow, Nino, you're still living. Right here, right in this moment. And I don't want you to forget that.