She weeps, held in his strong embrace, and in her grief is yet able to find comfort in the Warrior's compassion.
Eventually, as her tears slow, he steps back. Kim wipes her eyes, and as she does she notes wearily that the ring on her finger has blazed to life once more.
She ignores it for the moment, and looks steadily at him.
"Do you forgive me?"
She has no right to ask, none whatsoever. She knows it, and it doesn't matter.
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Date: 2006-12-17 06:55 am (UTC)Eventually, as her tears slow, he steps back. Kim wipes her eyes, and as she does she notes wearily that the ring on her finger has blazed to life once more.
She ignores it for the moment, and looks steadily at him.
"Do you forgive me?"
She has no right to ask, none whatsoever. She knows it, and it doesn't matter.