23rd Confession [Voice/Action]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Fine, he tells himself-he might as well check out the journal; while he's normally on top of things (you never know what crazy shit's gonna go down), he's been pretty laid back, he'll admit. It's been calm, despite the last event. He's managed to just relax and take it as a small vacation, or some sort of half-assed blessing. Yeah, he'll go with

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[gunsnpudding]

[Milly thinks and feels sometimes that she's living in a wonderful dream, even after all this time. How could this place be bad, if it brings good people back into her life who she thought had been gone forever? Sometimes she can even pretend, for a moment, when she's slipped her hand in Wolfwood's, or he's calling her Honey (strange how a shared joke between them has now become an endearment, a petname, his for her) and they're sharing a sunset... sometimes she can pretend that all that stuff that happened before she arrived here is the dream, a horrible nightmare, and this is the reality.

But the reality is carved into Nicholas D. Wolfwood's flesh, plain as day for anyone to see, etched in brilliant scarlet against comparatively pale flesh. How could anyone, anyone, bear such injuries and expect to live?

He must have died in such pain.

Milly's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide and glistening against her will. Silly, silly Milly! She lets her hand fall, steeling herself, and forces herself to look away, to look up, up into his face which is perfect to her. He's still perfect to her, in every single way, but... but he was broken. Torn to bits and left alone in a chapel where Mr. Vash had found him and-

Her eyes dart back to his poor, ruined body and she can't bear it. She can't take this quiet stillness. She can't take that apologetic look on his face because it's not his fault. It's not his fault that someone tore him from them, from her. He's alive and he's here and he's hurting and-

Milly's bare feed pad across the distance between them, not so very far in the grand scale of things but still, a distance none the less, and comes to stand in front of him, her eyes lowered.]