[ She looks up at him, desperation in her eyes. If he's really dead, if she lets herself feel that pain, she can't imagine how she'll ever pick herself up again.
She isn't given a choice. Grief breaks over her like a wave, and she buries her face against his armor as sobs wrack her body. ]
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She isn't given a choice. Grief breaks over her like a wave, and she buries her face against his armor as sobs wrack her body. ]