[She had thought - maybe a case for it. Something practical like that, something related. But this is his Lady. Nothing to do with time at all.]
[And everything. She was his salvation and his destruction, his loss and his home, his family and his isolation. There was nothing that She couldn't do, except make the world make sense in the end.]
[Ben won't meet her eyes. She wonders fleetingly if she's done something wrong, and reaches out; her fingers tremble and run down the face of the card.]
It's - yours?
[It looks old. Worn. Loved. The Lady is beautiful, she thinks numbly, not realizing the resurgence of her focus, the buzzing calm, the self-awareness. It all feels so natural.]
[ Spam ]
[And everything. She was his salvation and his destruction, his loss and his home, his family and his isolation. There was nothing that She couldn't do, except make the world make sense in the end.]
[Ben won't meet her eyes. She wonders fleetingly if she's done something wrong, and reaches out; her fingers tremble and run down the face of the card.]
It's - yours?
[It looks old. Worn. Loved. The Lady is beautiful, she thinks numbly, not realizing the resurgence of her focus, the buzzing calm, the self-awareness. It all feels so natural.]