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“Which one was it this time?” Chris thumbs a tear that is half crusted to the crest of his daughter’s cheek. By now dawn has yawned the sky, and all beneath its forceful light, awake. The day will pass slowly after the night’s screaming.
“The sword is in me.”
He watches a shadow pass over Allison’s face. She is pallid and stuck in a grave somewhere, but he cannot be sure of whose. “And...” Imploring, gently gently.
Only the silence-shattering flare of a car’s alarm in the parking lot outside resurrects Allison this time. Chris thinks sometimes it is worse when she is born again and again and again. She locks eyes with him and the thought rebreathes here, too. “The sword is in me,” she repeats, a hollowed out timbre to her voice. “And Mom is on the other end of it.”
it doesn’t hurt me / that’s because it doesn’t hurt
Swamp Thing “Worlds Apart”
abby arcane in every episode 1x02 Worlds Apart
❝ 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦 𝘥’𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 ( . . . ) / in the public eye 2/∞
