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Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)
[i]dea
It's the first time she's ever acknowledged them as being truly alive.
It takes him by surprise. He starts, slows. Seeing her stormy grey-blue eyes full of such deep sincerity, despite slight damage to the outer lens of one eye, despite torn skin above her brow, she truly means it. She considers the both of them, in that moment, as alive.
Living. The idea scares him, but violet eyes still flash, determination and resolve found deep within. He doesn't need to be scared– they're finally, truly, on the same side. Together.
He smiles, nods. She thanks him again. He thanks her, too.