( She's bound up in promises, isn't she? Whether to herself or her friends, to the remnants of memories of her family, to him. Kate purses her lips and finds a more comfortable angle leaned against him, the weight of so many things practically tangible on her shoulders. The weight of vows broken and kept and the weight of exhaustion, working because that's all she knows.
How long can anyone keep pushing themselves like this? How many times has she thought I'm tired, whispered it out as a cry to those few she's let inside her circle? )
Alright.
( Her head lolls against his shoulder once more, a million weights pulling her closer to another stretch of sleep. )
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How long can anyone keep pushing themselves like this? How many times has she thought I'm tired, whispered it out as a cry to those few she's let inside her circle? )
Alright.
( Her head lolls against his shoulder once more, a million weights pulling her closer to another stretch of sleep. )