Part: 4/16
Summary: Written for the 100 Word Beya challenge – for the prompt 'Find'.
Find
Her lips were pressed tightly together, her complexion drawn and pale, her eyes constantly moving as she blinked rapidly.
Her struggle pulled at him, tearing him out of his self-imposed isolation for a moment.
What could he do?
He hadn't been able to save Rodney. None of them had.
The pain threatened to strike free but he forced it back behind his heaven-high internal barriers.
Not yet.
Not ever.
Her struggle though, he couldn't hide that behind anything.
He had to look away, but in a moment of desperation for her, he reached out and found her hand with his.
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TBC
