[There's a part of Lightning--of Claire Farron--that still longs for her family. That aches harder than any forming crystal can ache. As Hope shuffles away, the ache pulses, a shard of crystal piercing flesh from within at the emotional pain. She watches the teen go for a couple of steps, but then follows with a quiet sigh.
This isn't her Hope. She knows that. But to see her hurt still aches.]
Keep your eyes front. Don't look back.
[Not quite what she'd said all those years ago, but...maybe it'll be enough anyway.]
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This isn't her Hope. She knows that. But to see her hurt still aches.]
Keep your eyes front. Don't look back.
[Not quite what she'd said all those years ago, but...maybe it'll be enough anyway.]