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Georiga wakes up crying.
She rarely does this--she's a joyful child, only sometimes frustrated with the limits of being a baby.
But she wakes up and the Papa Papa Papa! slams Jack in the head. He is in her room at once and scoops her up, and speaks to her in a language we all once spoke and only he remembers. Shh, shh, my darling. Shh, shh.
He is also shaking. Power, great power, and while he's not entirely certain what or where he suspects.
And the helplessness engulfs him all over again.
In his arms Georgia sobs, bad bad bad, Papa and he tries to soothe her as best he can. It can't touch you here, my darling. It will never touch you here. Don't be afraid. Papa has you.
He wishes he could gather them all into his arms like this and promise they have nothing to fear, and know he speaks the truth.
Papa has you. No harm will come. You're safe.
Georiga wakes up crying.
She rarely does this--she's a joyful child, only sometimes frustrated with the limits of being a baby.
But she wakes up and the Papa Papa Papa! slams Jack in the head. He is in her room at once and scoops her up, and speaks to her in a language we all once spoke and only he remembers. Shh, shh, my darling. Shh, shh.
He is also shaking. Power, great power, and while he's not entirely certain what or where he suspects.
And the helplessness engulfs him all over again.
In his arms Georgia sobs, bad bad bad, Papa and he tries to soothe her as best he can. It can't touch you here, my darling. It will never touch you here. Don't be afraid. Papa has you.
He wishes he could gather them all into his arms like this and promise they have nothing to fear, and know he speaks the truth.
Papa has you. No harm will come. You're safe.