[ hand still, remaining near her shoulder, he pauses, considers, before reaching up. as carefully as he can, he brushes some of her hair away from her face, tucking some of it behind an ear and getting a good look at her.
settled in a hospital bed like this, she really is just... a girl. a tired, battered, traumatized girl, and his protective instinct needs little else to rear its head. even if he knows she can handle herself in a fight - she just need not do it alone. ]
And I, you. [ ... ] Will you tell me what happened?
[She wonders, sometimes, if she should be allowed to just be a girl after all the things she's done.
Both Blade and Kafka do take good care of her, but this specific kind of parental touch is foreign. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar. It would be nice, one day, if she wasn't SAM anymore and she could choose to be just Firefly instead. But... Aren't they both just her? Is there any difference between the girl and the weapon?]
I woke up.... I think it was somewhere like hell. We wandered for a while, before we started living a different life. I was a researcher, and you and Elysia were my colleagues. But... Then the world started feeling... Wrong. Like I didn't belong there. [It wasn't wrong, about that.]
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settled in a hospital bed like this, she really is just... a girl. a tired, battered, traumatized girl, and his protective instinct needs little else to rear its head. even if he knows she can handle herself in a fight - she just need not do it alone. ]
And I, you. [ ... ] Will you tell me what happened?
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Both Blade and Kafka do take good care of her, but this specific kind of parental touch is foreign. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar. It would be nice, one day, if she wasn't SAM anymore and she could choose to be just Firefly instead. But... Aren't they both just her? Is there any difference between the girl and the weapon?]
I woke up.... I think it was somewhere like hell. We wandered for a while, before we started living a different life. I was a researcher, and you and Elysia were my colleagues. But... Then the world started feeling... Wrong. Like I didn't belong there. [It wasn't wrong, about that.]