her face is like his.
the same shape.
the same eyes, down to the light blue color.
the chin.
he is tall enough to look her in the eye now when he embraces her for the first time in years. it's okay. it'll be okay.
then he smells it. rusted iron.
the body disintegrates into LCL in his arms. he's covered in the orange liquid, it's soaked him from
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