[Hijikata always had been a comfort to her. Someone who, through all his brashness- and for all the times she'd needled him- had been there to support her when she struggled.
Perhaps it was because of that subconscious thought that she felt safe to grieve. That she could allow herself to lean on him, to cry, to accept that comfort and let all that pain flow out.
Eva had trusted loved ones here, didn't she? And as she'd proved with Ren, she wasn't so broken that those delicate bonds had been shattered. Although the wounds were still very, very fresh... perhaps she would be able to see in hindsight that whisking her away from home again right in that moment was the best thing for her to heal.
The bartender carefully slipped the drinks their way- along with a couple of glasses of cold water. One of which Eva reached for as soon as the sobs had started to ease.]
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Perhaps it was because of that subconscious thought that she felt safe to grieve. That she could allow herself to lean on him, to cry, to accept that comfort and let all that pain flow out.
Eva had trusted loved ones here, didn't she? And as she'd proved with Ren, she wasn't so broken that those delicate bonds had been shattered. Although the wounds were still very, very fresh... perhaps she would be able to see in hindsight that whisking her away from home again right in that moment was the best thing for her to heal.
The bartender carefully slipped the drinks their way- along with a couple of glasses of cold water. One of which Eva reached for as soon as the sobs had started to ease.]
...
...being back here again...after all that?
It doesn't feel real. At all.