What Lars had shared with Alisa had reopened old wounds. He hated to upset her, but he also didn’t feel right keeping anything from her. By retelling it now, she wouldn’t feel betrayed should she find out somehow later.
The silence afterwards was deafening.
Lars tried to relax in his seat, but couldn’t help but tense up once Alisa’s attention fell from him to the floor beneath them. How would she process this information? He knew that she already felt terrible about what happened, even if none of it was her fault. That fact alone was why Lars had brought her here to be repaired, to give her another shot at a life that had been stolen from her.
Finally, she uttered an apology, one Lars felt she didn’t need to express.
Lars went to speak, but was taken aback by the tear creeping down her cheek, “Alisa…”
He stood from where he sat, kneeling in front of her to wipe her cheek and take her hands into his. If words weren’t enough to tell her he had forgiven her, then maybe touch would.
“None of that was your fault, and I forgive you for what happened. I forgave you a long time ago,” he spoke softly, “nothing like that will happen again. You’ll always have a place by my side, we’re partners after all, right?”
her eyes would open to the sight of lars kneeled before her, rough digits wiping tenderly across the porcelain of her cheek, and as their hands intertwine she can’t help but wonder if his kindness is something she’s even deserving of. emerald hues meet his own brimming with soft reassurance a stark contrast to the uncertainty plaguing her features. his touch is gentle and his words comforting, and though they may not be enough to convince her that things can ever truly be the same between them it’s all the effort needed to show how just much he cares in spite of that.
the question of their partnership prompts a smile, tears still clinging to dark lashes as she nods without hesitation. ❛ right. ❜ it’s the one thing she can always be sure of, or rather be sure she’ll want always. with a gentle squeeze of their hands, the warmth of her expression begins to fade as doubts and insecurities that never truly left start to resurface.
❛ but . . . can we truly be certain that time will be the last ? ❜ even if there was no longer reason for lars to be considered a target, even though jin was the only one on earth capable of overriding her systems, there would always be doubt. a little, but there all the same. ❛ can i truly . . . be trusted ? ❜
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