Good ones? But what's the point if we can't even —
[Looking towards her, he stops himself, letting out a breath. He hadn't wanted to talk about this. There was a reason why he avoided company. But it squirms through his insides and he needs to say it.]
She had a name. The jabberwock. She had a name — Nemexia. She was just a kid. She loved snow and puzzles and playing. She hated the rot. She suffered because of it. And I told her I'd take care of her. She got washed off of the rot with the lavender and she was happy. And I told her good things would come. And then they —
[They killed her.]
Where are her precious times now? Where are the moments I promised her she could have?
['There was peace in death,' Saber almost said. It was the truth, and when one suffered as much as she had heard the Jabberwhelp had, it was probably for the best that she had found that peace. It didn't change the fact that the child should never have been born and everything regarding her was the fault of the Seelie.
Instead, Saber reached out to gently touch Jack's chest.]
They are here. You carry them, just as you carry those moments for all children, no matter what became of them.
[Even the most hardened of men, or the most broken, or those that cast their childhood's aside and grew up too fast were children once.]
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[Looking towards her, he stops himself, letting out a breath. He hadn't wanted to talk about this. There was a reason why he avoided company. But it squirms through his insides and he needs to say it.]
She had a name. The jabberwock. She had a name — Nemexia. She was just a kid. She loved snow and puzzles and playing. She hated the rot. She suffered because of it. And I told her I'd take care of her. She got washed off of the rot with the lavender and she was happy. And I told her good things would come. And then they —
[They killed her.]
Where are her precious times now? Where are the moments I promised her she could have?
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Instead, Saber reached out to gently touch Jack's chest.]
They are here. You carry them, just as you carry those moments for all children, no matter what became of them.
[Even the most hardened of men, or the most broken, or those that cast their childhood's aside and grew up too fast were children once.]