AS MUCH AS SHE TRIES TO FIGHT THE FEELING, it is there. This feels personal if only because it was an attack on her people, all of them in different ways. Marlowe shared every cent of their struggle, it was just who she was - fully invested. Watching Jade pace then shop for hours, knowing that if she left the confines she would be gone to them, and she would never come back the same. On the third trip, she stops, reaching out quickly for her arm. “Stop.” Demanded, as she hopes off the counter she had been sitting on, grip changing to her wrist to pull the woman along with her, back into Marlowe’s office. It means something immediately, aside from clients they must be there and her brother? Most never see it. She’s pointing at a seat on the other side. “Sit.” Demands are clipped, before she turns her attention to the drawers of the desk, thumbing through them as she is very clearly looking for something. “You can fight this and you can win, you hear me? I’m going to show you how much faith I have in you, and I also know, you won’t let me down.” @hyetia
