People come and go. Things keep growing. It's the kind of constant he thinks he's always taken a kind of comfort in, even before Eostre, even in the Realm, where stunted life beat its own path through most places regardless of what was thrown at it or how much it was stepped on. There's a kind of fatalism in it, probably, a sense that it works that
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She scrubbed her fingertips over them now, willing the redness away until she could go outside. She wasn't surprised to find Mike in the garden, and for a long time she only watched, wondering at the peace he seemed to find in it. When her back began to ache, Kara came closer, sitting at the soil's edge. "Girls look happy," she says, watching them at their play.
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"Yeah," he says, looking back at Kara and giving her a faint smile. "They do." His gaze flicks back to the house. "Yours doing okay?"
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"Keeps asking for him."
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He glances back at the girls, his smile twisting into something faintly sad. "Kids are resilient. I think they're better at bouncing back than we are, most of the time."
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"But at least I don't have to worry about them getting taken away from me." Not like that, anyway.
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He settles the bulb into the depression, gently covering it. "Just her?"
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"And me." Castiel's memory felt like a slice cut through the island, a dull, muted pain in Kara's heart she couldn't grab hold of. "Gets too quiet when people go."
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He shrugs. "Not sure what it's called. I find shit out in the jungle, bring it back here sometimes." He touches one of the little blue flowers. "Sometimes it does well. Most of the time, maybe."
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