[Norma opens her mouth to speak - "good" - but all that comes out is a raspy sounding croak. She still can't seem to find her voice, so all she does is nod and curl up closer into the warmth and softness of Marco's feathers. Ugh, why does this--why did it have to be Ace?! Norma wants to say that anyone else could have gone home instead of him, but she knows that's not the right thing to say or think either. She wouldn't wish the pain she's feeling now on anyone, especially if the returned is fated to pass away, too. That's not fair to anyone.
Inhaling sharply, Norma's fingers tighten their grip on her brother. Leave? Not even if they dragged her kicking and screaming while drugged. Not a damn chance in heaven or hell.]
...I won't. [There's her voice, and though it's hushed and broken, it's also firm.] Promise.
[THAT NIGHT]
Inhaling sharply, Norma's fingers tighten their grip on her brother. Leave? Not even if they dragged her kicking and screaming while drugged. Not a damn chance in heaven or hell.]
...I won't. [There's her voice, and though it's hushed and broken, it's also firm.] Promise.