did she not cling to little pieces, tiny fragments of all the ghosts she was left with? her mother's voice, her father's stories. they had so little, and loved so much. and she had kept those pieces safe all those years. never speaking of them, never giving voice to sentiment lest that be taken too. peter had been the same with his walkman. it embodied what he had lost.
she wonders if the sword became a symbol in the same way. some monument to her life. it is not as though she will have a grave. vormir is not — like that. it is not where one goes to weep. ）
You fixed it?
（ there are not many who would read gentleness into the tone of her text. but peter will. ）
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did she not cling to little pieces, tiny fragments of all the ghosts she was left with? her mother's voice, her father's stories. they had so little, and loved so much. and she had kept those pieces safe all those years. never speaking of them, never giving voice to sentiment lest that be taken too. peter had been the same with his walkman. it embodied what he had lost.
she wonders if the sword became a symbol in the same way. some monument to her life. it is not as though she will have a grave. vormir is not — like that. it is not where one goes to weep. ）
You fixed it?
（ there are not many who would read gentleness into the tone of her text. but peter will. ）