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♖ ┊ ❤’d the starter call ♖ ┊ s t i l l a c c e p t i n g
It was his THIRD visit. His THIRD time walking through those great doors, carved deep and dark by the panicked pain of so many to have passed before him. His THIRD time offering a sad little smile to the administrator. His THIRD time e n d u r i n g the pity of a woman who did not understand why he was doing this. Why he KEPT doing this.
No one did, really. Not the staff. Not the guards. Not Val. Not even Dick himself really. Three times to HELL for a girl he hardly knew, whose bond to him was tenuous as spider’s silk.
T H R E E T I M E S. Though this was the first that Dick had managed to convince her attendees to let them walk in the gardens. Supervised, of course. Also, gardens was a stretch - the outside as grey and thorny as the within; but the watery sunlight was something new - at least.
❝You mind if I ask you something?❞ He murmured on their third ambling circuit, quiet in his considered curiosity.
