[ He's not even sure how he got out here, or why he is. And it's been so long that he feels like even if his Girl was alive, she'd be angry with him, that he's been alive this whole time and he didn't come back to her. That none of them did. And she is angry, but for a completely different reason. Ghoul just can't. He doesn't have anything to fight for anymore, is so tired and has been so alone for so long that he can't find the effort he needs.
Until right now.
Because the Killjoy across the table pulls the chain of whistles from around her neck and slides them over to him, and he stares at the necklace, expression blank. She survived. His Girl, their Girl, got out, kept on, and she's right in front of him.
The feeling that rises in his chest hurts because it's so strong, so loud and sudden. He hasn't felt anything this intense for years and now it's right here, right now, and -- those are tears, rising up behind his eyes. Of course it's her. Of course she survived. She's right here and he didn't even recognize her, and he actually stands, pulls himself up, even though he has no idea what he's going to do next. ]
Sunspot. [ He recognizes you now, Girl. That was enough to lift the rest of the haze. ]
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Until right now.
Because the Killjoy across the table pulls the chain of whistles from around her neck and slides them over to him, and he stares at the necklace, expression blank. She survived. His Girl, their Girl, got out, kept on, and she's right in front of him.
The feeling that rises in his chest hurts because it's so strong, so loud and sudden. He hasn't felt anything this intense for years and now it's right here, right now, and -- those are tears, rising up behind his eyes. Of course it's her. Of course she survived. She's right here and he didn't even recognize her, and he actually stands, pulls himself up, even though he has no idea what he's going to do next. ]
Sunspot. [ He recognizes you now, Girl. That was enough to lift the rest of the haze. ]