[She's still like this. She'd rather be out of her mind than home with them, and he still doesn't know how to make it any other way. No diversions, no obstacles - just him, after everything, screwing it up all over again.
As if running around tidying up after Faba meant anything. As if Mother would wake up magically restored, and Father would remember enough to hand out forgiveness, and - ]
Wait, [he says limply, turning away from the stove. Because he has to. Not because he knows where to take that, with everything that made him strong waiting a world away.]
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As if running around tidying up after Faba meant anything. As if Mother would wake up magically restored, and Father would remember enough to hand out forgiveness, and - ]
Wait, [he says limply, turning away from the stove. Because he has to. Not because he knows where to take that, with everything that made him strong waiting a world away.]