[She turns to face him, and her immediate impulse is to stop him, somehow. Maybe to reach a hand toward his face or let her fingers run through his hair. She'd spent so long on the run, so long with her life hanging in complete limbo, and during that time, the thought of ever seeing him again had seemed nothing short of impossible. And now that they've found each other again, for more than a brief reunion this time, she's reluctant to let him go.
But at the same time, she knows. The longer he stands here with her, the longer she looks at him, the more painful this becomes. She needs time alone to think, to process. To let things become clearer with a little bit of distance.
She'd let him go once before. For both of their sakes.
And maybe that's what's best for now.
Her hands remain still by her sides, and she makes no move.]
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But at the same time, she knows. The longer he stands here with her, the longer she looks at him, the more painful this becomes. She needs time alone to think, to process. To let things become clearer with a little bit of distance.
She'd let him go once before. For both of their sakes.
And maybe that's what's best for now.
Her hands remain still by her sides, and she makes no move.]