Six is doing her best to be steel, to be ice, to not let this get to her, but it's obvious that she's not as strong when face to face with someone like him, back from the dead to haunt her. She's afraid to reach out to him, afraid to let her fingers brush the cold metal of his gauntlets and not feel it at all - as if that is more dangerous and deadly than anything else, as if that's a worse punishment than the one of seeing him alive again.
Her eyes turn to Christine, wild and a touch panicked, desperate.
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Six is doing her best to be steel, to be ice, to not let this get to her, but it's obvious that she's not as strong when face to face with someone like him, back from the dead to haunt her. She's afraid to reach out to him, afraid to let her fingers brush the cold metal of his gauntlets and not feel it at all - as if that is more dangerous and deadly than anything else, as if that's a worse punishment than the one of seeing him alive again.
Her eyes turn to Christine, wild and a touch panicked, desperate.
"Will it - he - stay?"