[her expression softens out of worry and clouds into weariness. it takes a beat, but she catches the glance and follows it down to the empty scabbard, her heart aching and eyes burning anew.]
Now that it's over...really over. I'll be fine. [sooner or later. because she must, because she won't accept anything less. this is the first day of the rest of our lives.
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Now that it's over...really over. I'll be fine. [sooner or later. because she must, because she won't accept anything less. this is the first day of the rest of our lives.
she exhales.]
...I'm so tired. Forgive me.