kono repeats the words like they’re not even a part of her. ( they’re not. ) how someone can even live four lifetimes still, still doesn’t make sense. even after everything. even after she’s known river as a kid. as a person in different bodies.
( it’s like this: she tries not to think. )
kono reaches out and pulls her in for a hug.
“marriage. prison. not for me, for him.”
for awhile, she’d worn a wedding ring on a string around her neck. reminded herself, a lot, of malia.
( how can someone live four lifetimes? )
“it’s okay. it’ll be okay.”
oh. hugs. she’s not had one of them in ages. she leans into it, wraps her arms around kono in return. buries her face into the other woman’s shoulder. kono’s reassurances are there as always, but this time, she’s not sure who they’re for.
❝ i’m sorry. ❞ she says when kono tells her about the marriage. she’s half-tempted to make a comment about how they both have poor-luck when it comes to relationships. but she doesn’t. instead, she pulls back to look at kono.
really look at her. the woman who’d helped her so much in many of her lives. she wishes she could remember more than kono’s name. more than the fact she’d protected her from the woman that had ‘created’ her. the woman who called herself mother.
❝ yeah. it’ll be okay, eventually. both of us--- we’ll be fine. you’ll be fine. ❞
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