[she had heard. One of Dree's assistants had called to give her a heads up. She nodded and tightened the embrace, not giving any indication that she knew] I'm sorry.
[takes a slow breath; forces a smile] She was ready. [lowers her gaze again as a tear escapes] I wasn't.
[she had never cried for any of them, in the nearly ten annuals since the quakes changed all their lives... until that afternoon; reaches up to cover her mouth as her wall breaks for the second time]
[moves around and pulls Dree into a tight embrace] Let it out, sweetie. [she leaned against her wife's head and let her cry, tears of her own starting to form. She'd gotten to know Marisol, as well as the other survivors quite well.]
[doesn't know how she has managed to have anything left - especially after so long - though she managed to shut the emotions away almost as soon as they hit, earlier]
[holds on to El for dear life, shaking with each new wrack of tears]
[she maneuvers them so they are sitting in the sand. El holds to Dree as she cries. She knows that the tears are for more than just one woman dying peacefully. She sighs] What is it, sweetie? This is more than just Marisol.
[her breath gets shaky as the tears start to subside; she's going to have one hell of a headache, later on]
[pulls away and glances at the sky, wiping at her eyes; mutters] Tin Girl has a heart, after all.. [the words had hurt, when they were said to her in grief and anger, so many annual ago. But it wasn't her place to grieve for strangers, back then; she was just there to take care of the things no one wanted to touch. She was the robot who cleaned the sick; changed the sheets after another one was lost; stood witness as the pathetic excuses for a burial were performed]
[glances skyward again, leaning back against El] She asked me to take her home.
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[she had never cried for any of them, in the nearly ten annuals since the quakes changed all their lives... until that afternoon; reaches up to cover her mouth as her wall breaks for the second time]
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[holds on to El for dear life, shaking with each new wrack of tears]
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[pulls away and glances at the sky, wiping at her eyes; mutters] Tin Girl has a heart, after all.. [the words had hurt, when they were said to her in grief and anger, so many annual ago. But it wasn't her place to grieve for strangers, back then; she was just there to take care of the things no one wanted to touch. She was the robot who cleaned the sick; changed the sheets after another one was lost; stood witness as the pathetic excuses for a burial were performed]
[glances skyward again, leaning back against El] She asked me to take her home.
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