[ At first Daryl doesn't realize what she's doing, but the moment he does he looks away, clearly flustered. It's the last thing he was expecting her to do and it isn't until Mavis has turned around to show him her back that he glances at her, cautious and embarrassed for the both of them.
It's a good thing she can't see how pink his neck has gotten.
There are scars, he can see them immediately, but what he's afraid of seeing isn't there. The wounds he remembers so sharply being put there are gone, but the scars that remain remind him of his own a little with their random placements, ages and depths. He has to shake his head to remember to look away again from the sleek slope of her back and he takes a polite step away from her as he does. ]
'm glad.
[ Is he? If there's nothing to show for their horrific memories, how are they supposed to carry them? Without proof, what's the point of pain? It's a confusing thought when he'd have given so much back home for his friends to benefit from the same erasure. ]
If they're keepin' us here... it's the least she can do.
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It's a good thing she can't see how pink his neck has gotten.
There are scars, he can see them immediately, but what he's afraid of seeing isn't there. The wounds he remembers so sharply being put there are gone, but the scars that remain remind him of his own a little with their random placements, ages and depths. He has to shake his head to remember to look away again from the sleek slope of her back and he takes a polite step away from her as he does. ]
'm glad.
[ Is he? If there's nothing to show for their horrific memories, how are they supposed to carry them? Without proof, what's the point of pain? It's a confusing thought when he'd have given so much back home for his friends to benefit from the same erasure. ]
If they're keepin' us here... it's the least she can do.