And of course, as if it could have been well and truly predicted, conversation swung to her sister. Something that Hudson had no doubt in his mind Addison had avoided for the better part of her absence from all of their lives. If he were a betting man; he might have concluded that she’d done little else other than ignore it all, in the hopes that she’d move on. Even if that found her stuck in this spot, right here and now clinging to the image that so many had burned into their mind as the turning point in such a silent war. “You’d be sacrificing one pain for another.” It didn’t matter how many times he had to say it — he’d say it at every given chance before they moved forward, to offer an out if she could even blink away the idea as a terrible option to look to. “Maybe you can’t live like this, but my fixing it, might force you to live in a way you hate even more than this and I can’t have you coming out the other end fucking resenting me for anything else.” Not beyond the heartache he’d already caused her, even if it’d all been for the best.
“If you could ask anyone else, I’d like to think you still wouldn’t.” Beyond the few people he knew dabbled in dark magic within the city reach, he couldn’t think of anyone as well practiced and powerful as he was. Not such an egotistical brag, however, a mere thought that preserved the idea of it actually working. Her best likelihood lay with him, and he knew that long before they’d found their way here. No matter how deeply Hudson fully believed that a year was far too long for anyone to try chasing the pieces of themselves they’d lost, he knew that Addison was as foolhardy as most; never quite one to let sleeping dogs lie. “Your desperation is what’s gonna kill you, Addy.” Especially for this —- for wanting this to become such a permanent piece of her life. “But fine.. It’s not like I’ve got anything to lose, right?”
Addison chewed on her lesser lip, mulling over his words. One pain for another. “But it’d be my choice.” She linked her fingers together, stretching them palms outward, “my sacrifice. Not one that I had no say in.” Not something she woke up to. Her parents had done what they could in the moment, and she couldn’t fault them for that. They’d just lost a daughter. They’d almost lost her. “I wouldn’t hate you,” she said quickly, shaking her head as she looked over at him, sincerity in every word, “you’d have given me a choice, Hudson. That’s not something I had before. Whatever happens...you’d have given me that.” They’d been through a lot together, good and bad, and while Addison wouldn’t forget the pain that had hit when he’d left, she’d learned to forgive. If anything, she’d learned to look at it for what it was– an opportunity to start again. He’d given her that too, however abrupt and painful it had been at the time–– Hudson had given her a new start, whether or not that had actually been his intention several years ago when he’d disappeared.
“I’d wish I could, though.” Because she knew she was asking too much but he was her best shot and Addison never did anything she thought was a losing battle. She was too stubborn to accept defeat, to accept what was. And Hudson could do the impossible. Beyond what he should have been practice in, he was able to do exactly what she needed: break the barriers and confines of tradition and delve deep into the unknown darkness beneath. “I wish it didn’t have to be you, Hudson...I hope you know that.” She wouldn’t put him in this position if she’d had another sure way. But he was the only path she saw and it went to show how fickle fate truly was to bring them together like this. She gave a haphazard laugh, raking a hand through her hair as she nodded, “no, I guess you don’t.” Maybe she did –– but as long as she was the one putting everything on the line voluntarily....it made all the difference. It was her choice.