“Sweet Rebecca…”
X closed the door behind him as his daughter allowed him in, moving mutely between the space of her room. It felt huge and empty, yet cramped, with the weight of so much pain accompanying them on their shoulders. He was mindful of the violin- a precious, beautiful thing- as he sat down beside her.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Rebs.”
The hunter is gentle as he approaches the other reploid, carefully looping an arm around her middle and drawing her into a hug. Asimov knows that they both need it- anything to quell the disasters of yesterday…
“I’m here for you now. It’s going to be okay…”
As soon as he sat down on her bed next to her, she stiffened and looked at the floor, sending a message in response.
‘it’s okay, you had more important things to worry about, dad.’
When he wrapped an arm around her for a hug, she twitched before burying her face in his shoulder. She had no more tears to cry right now, but the choked noises she was making couldn’t be mistaken for anything but.
‘he’s gone…’
She sent him, her shoulders shaking. All she could do right now was cling to him like an upset child.
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