[ Joel weeps into her shoulder, tears soaking her shirt as she holds him, as she murmurs comforting nonsense he barely hears. Eventually, he looks up, eyes red-rimmed and expression raw. He looks exhausted. Ten years older.
He turns his head, looking back down the corridor. She's still back there, somewhere. ]
I can't leave her.
[ Even if she's a monster. She looks, sounds, feels like his little girl. He can't. He can't walk away. ]
i'm really sorry but this is honestly the most appropriate icon i have rn
He turns his head, looking back down the corridor. She's still back there, somewhere. ]
I can't leave her.
[ Even if she's a monster. She looks, sounds, feels like his little girl. He can't. He can't walk away. ]