( prax takes a shuddering breath and presses a hand to his face for a moment. what if mei's already gone? but he can't think that. he can't give up on her now. or ever. amos has reminded him of that and amos was right about it. the possibility hurts, an open wound in his chest that has no chance of healing as long as he's apart from his daughter, not knowing if she's even still alive.
he can't give up. ) Yeah. Yeah, all right. Thank you.
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( prax takes a shuddering breath and presses a hand to his face for a moment. what if mei's already gone? but he can't think that. he can't give up on her now. or ever. amos has reminded him of that and amos was right about it. the possibility hurts, an open wound in his chest that has no chance of healing as long as he's apart from his daughter, not knowing if she's even still alive.
he can't give up. ) Yeah. Yeah, all right. Thank you.