[Abigail is tired. She's done and felt and pushed through so many things today - if it were anyone else, she'd hug them without question, bury her face in their shoulder and cry, not from sadness but from sheer exhaustion.]
[She can't do that with Ben. She knows that, and it's not a bad thing. It's just a thing; that's just how it is. She knows what to do when she feels like this, too. He provided her with a solution.]
[Swallowing hard, she takes a moment to commit all of this not just to memory, but to heart. Her father has - fathers have - deserted her, betrayed her. The Blue Lady may only be real in Ben's mind, but that's so much more than enough to her. There are enough other things that aren't real but in the human mind that Abigail could wrap the strength of her belief around like hot iron: the power of words, the necessity of lies, the loss of time. She believes all of those things to be real and true.]
[So the Blue Lady is true. The Blue Lady will never leave her. She will love Abigail, and She will give her strength. She is not real, but She is true.]
[Abigail takes the card and slips it into the cradle of her hands with excruciating care, as if she's handling something small and fragile, a baby bird, the seed of belief.]
I need to go to my room, and I need you to come with me. [She rises.] Please?
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[She can't do that with Ben. She knows that, and it's not a bad thing. It's just a thing; that's just how it is. She knows what to do when she feels like this, too. He provided her with a solution.]
[Swallowing hard, she takes a moment to commit all of this not just to memory, but to heart. Her father has - fathers have - deserted her, betrayed her. The Blue Lady may only be real in Ben's mind, but that's so much more than enough to her. There are enough other things that aren't real but in the human mind that Abigail could wrap the strength of her belief around like hot iron: the power of words, the necessity of lies, the loss of time. She believes all of those things to be real and true.]
[So the Blue Lady is true. The Blue Lady will never leave her. She will love Abigail, and She will give her strength. She is not real, but She is true.]
[Abigail takes the card and slips it into the cradle of her hands with excruciating care, as if she's handling something small and fragile, a baby bird, the seed of belief.]
I need to go to my room, and I need you to come with me. [She rises.] Please?