[ he answers, and sara rocks back onto her heels, a physical reaction that's driven entirely by emotion. oh, she remembers it and she won't mistake it for anything else. she knows what their conversation was about at that precise moment in time.
how could she forget?
her lips press together for a long moment before she responds. ] You suspect right. I'm from months after that. [ he'd tried hard not to give too much away; she can appreciate that, or she could if recollection didn't still hurt. her sister is dead, and sara hadn't been there.
sara still hasn't killed the man who did it, either. she wants to, the urge thrumming under her skin and making her hands curl into fists before she forces them open again. ]
no subject
how could she forget?
her lips press together for a long moment before she responds. ] You suspect right. I'm from months after that. [ he'd tried hard not to give too much away; she can appreciate that, or she could if recollection didn't still hurt. her sister is dead, and sara hadn't been there.
sara still hasn't killed the man who did it, either. she wants to, the urge thrumming under her skin and making her hands curl into fists before she forces them open again. ]