[ It's a weird sensation still. Heat, and weight, without visible presence. A ghost, but not; a boy, but not. The name isn't one she recognizes, but her thoughts are transparent on her face. A narrowing of her eyes for concentration, pulling back her lip between her teeth in seeking the words to say. ]
... Nobody deserves to be treated like that. To do that to his own child...
[ She doesn't need to see where his hand rests; her other tries to close over it, to cup that phantom sensation. ]
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... Nobody deserves to be treated like that. To do that to his own child...
[ She doesn't need to see where his hand rests; her other tries to close over it, to cup that phantom sensation. ]