A time to remember

[runmakitarun]

The air is crisp without being cold, the sun is bright without being hot, and the grass is greener than it ever was back home. But somehow... somehow this seems like the perfect place to remember papa. The perfect place to love his memory and let it go.

She looks around her. Friends. Family, in a way. She has lost much, but she has gained much.

And she is not alone.

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[longlonghair]

She squeezes his hand, and leans into him a little. It's a somber occasion, and she is glad to see Makita's friends come out to support her. (Even Goldilocks.)

"I hope this does her some good."

Her words are quiet, and meant only for Alex's ears.

"She said that there wasn't really time for grief and saying goodbye in Bahumut."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"No, there wouldn't be. Not in that hell." He remembers (yet again) that one afternoon spent there. He feels the long-since-lost bullet graze him again.

"But here...there's always time enough." He wonders if Kita can see that, though.

[longlonghair]

"We can hope, and be here for her. Sometimes grief is a very private thing, and sometimes you just need others to know what you've lost and missing."

She observes Makita with no small amount of empathy.

"Sometimes when just one person is missing, the whole world becomes a smaller, darker place."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

There isn't much to say. So Alex just holds his beloved closer.