[She watches Steve, watches him try to settle into the chair across from her, and that gently simmering anger starts to grow stronger, tangled with pity and a desire to try and fix things. The fear she felt initially? The shock? It's fading into the background, becoming something dull. Numb. Present, but stifled. She hasn't found all the pieces to this puzzle yet, but she hates whatever has inflicted this... curse upon Steve.]
You... have my word. [She says with a grim smile, taking a gentle breath. She dreads hearing the truth, but she's never been one to close her eyes to it. Whatever horror lurks here, she'll face it. She'll stare it directly in the eyes, if she must, and she'll fight it.
She's done it before.
She can do it again... right?
She slides her hand -- still human -- across the table like she's about to touch his arm. But she stops herself, fingers curling into her palm. With her complicated feelings about Steve and Jonathan, Nancy Wheeler feels like there's a boundary too. A boundary that can't be crossed. For all the growing up she's done, Nancy still struggles to understand her own feelings. There are some things even she can't figure out.]
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You... have my word. [She says with a grim smile, taking a gentle breath. She dreads hearing the truth, but she's never been one to close her eyes to it. Whatever horror lurks here, she'll face it. She'll stare it directly in the eyes, if she must, and she'll fight it.
She's done it before.
She can do it again... right?
She slides her hand -- still human -- across the table like she's about to touch his arm. But she stops herself, fingers curling into her palm. With her complicated feelings about Steve and Jonathan, Nancy Wheeler feels like there's a boundary too. A boundary that can't be crossed. For all the growing up she's done, Nancy still struggles to understand her own feelings. There are some things even she can't figure out.]
I can stay strong. Even for this. I promise.