( elena swallows, barely stopping a flinch. it's easy to forget, sometimes, that coming back doesn't make it any less of a death. and perhaps it's freya's calm and almost detached demeanor, which elena realizes is a necessity, that lets her nod her permission. she nods, despite the slight tremble that courses through her.
she's not sure what freya will be looking, only hopes that she finds it. )
somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.
she's not sure what freya will be looking, only hopes that she finds it. )