[ It doesn't seem Chloe has much of a response to that either. Instead, she sits there, rubbing at her face and trying to get her breathing at least a little even.
What now? What would it matter, if her mom, Max, Rachel-- all of them could very well be dead? It's not something to fix with a single conversation. Not something she can brush away just like that. With every heartbeat, it's going to ache at her and eat away. She knows that from experience; her dad, the months of Rachel missing-- loss and uncertainty, mixed into one this time, curling into her and jabbing like a knife, or...a hot bullet. She can only imagine how that second one feels. Who does she have to thank for that...?
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After a time that's only a few minutes but probably feels much longer, she speaks up. ]
You almost remind me of her, you know. That's...just the kind of thing she'd say.
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What now? What would it matter, if her mom, Max, Rachel-- all of them could very well be dead? It's not something to fix with a single conversation. Not something she can brush away just like that. With every heartbeat, it's going to ache at her and eat away. She knows that from experience; her dad, the months of Rachel missing-- loss and uncertainty, mixed into one this time, curling into her and jabbing like a knife, or...a hot bullet. She can only imagine how that second one feels. Who does she have to thank for that...?
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After a time that's only a few minutes but probably feels much longer, she speaks up. ]
You almost remind me of her, you know. That's...just the kind of thing she'd say.