[She shrugs tightly, helplessly. Then she reaches out. She doesn't know what she's reaching for, exactly, just - maybe she wants to touch his hand, or bridge the space between them so there's a little less of it. Impossible to know until it happens.]
[But he never hurt her, to her memory. That counts for a lot, and she's been so alone for so long.]
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[But he never hurt her, to her memory. That counts for a lot, and she's been so alone for so long.]