[Closed eyes, tears bright on her lashes, and then she opens her eyes and they're gone, gone, gone, along with the feel of a knife in a gut, gone. Ben. Ben is here.]
[Take her to the chapel, to safety. Her hands clasp together in front of her, fingers laced, an anchor for the fear that's only now starting to come to her in force - the fear, the memory.]
[ Spam ]
[Even the way he says it is reverent.]
[Using every part of someone.]
[Closed eyes, tears bright on her lashes, and then she opens her eyes and they're gone, gone, gone, along with the feel of a knife in a gut, gone. Ben. Ben is here.]
[Take her to the chapel, to safety. Her hands clasp together in front of her, fingers laced, an anchor for the fear that's only now starting to come to her in force - the fear, the memory.]
She sounds beautiful.