[Juzo's embrace doesn't lessen the grief she feels. There's nothing that could. But it does provide comfort all the same, helping to ground her and serve as a reminder that she's not alone in this. She hasn't been alone for quite some time now--despite both of their best efforts, they've formed something of a family of their own. To think that it all started with Victor hiring Juzo to keep an eye on her. A job.
But then again, that's how a lot of things start with Juzo. Look at how close he and the kid have gotten. He has too much heart not to get invovled in the people near him, even if he insists otherwise.
In some kind of sick, poetic way, their relationship is Victor's final gift to her, more profound than anyone could have imagined it being. As much as she desperately wishes it doesn't have to end this way, at least she has that much. She'll cherish it.
She cries it out a bit longer, sobs eventually subsiding to sniffles before quieting altogether. In the silence that follows, Mary feels a nudge against her hip. When she looks, Lefty is standing on the couch next to her, tilted up toward her as if waiting expectantly for acknowledgement. It's a bittersweet sight, knowing what she knows now, but not wholly unwelcome.
If her time with this fragment of her brother is limited, then she'll cherish it too while she can. She pulls the small Extended into her lap, where it immediately settles like a cat trying to comfort its owner.]
Thanks, Juzo.
[For telling her, for being here, for everything.]
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But then again, that's how a lot of things start with Juzo. Look at how close he and the kid have gotten. He has too much heart not to get invovled in the people near him, even if he insists otherwise.
In some kind of sick, poetic way, their relationship is Victor's final gift to her, more profound than anyone could have imagined it being. As much as she desperately wishes it doesn't have to end this way, at least she has that much. She'll cherish it.
She cries it out a bit longer, sobs eventually subsiding to sniffles before quieting altogether. In the silence that follows, Mary feels a nudge against her hip. When she looks, Lefty is standing on the couch next to her, tilted up toward her as if waiting expectantly for acknowledgement. It's a bittersweet sight, knowing what she knows now, but not wholly unwelcome.
If her time with this fragment of her brother is limited, then she'll cherish it too while she can. She pulls the small Extended into her lap, where it immediately settles like a cat trying to comfort its owner.]
Thanks, Juzo.
[For telling her, for being here, for everything.]