[ The reassurance helps some. But not enough. Enough people have disappeared, temporarily or permanently, to make her scared. Even Eliot can't punch his way out of something like that, right?
But he's right. He's still here. She keeps her hands clenched tight in his shirt, letting herself feel the texture of it. Feel that Eliot's real. ]
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But he's right. He's still here. She keeps her hands clenched tight in his shirt, letting herself feel the texture of it. Feel that Eliot's real. ]
You can't leave.
[ Her tone is quieter now, subdued. ]
There's nothing else left.