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[noburden]

I always told myself I could endure her because I could have been made to scrub the kitchen floors or empty chamber pots instead of being raised alongside you and Joshua. It made her tolerable.

[She was never a mother to Jill. That made it easier. She rubs her thumb against Clive's hand, holding it closer to her chest.]

I only worry that she's influenced me in ways I can't see. When I get upset, or angry, and I think back on what I've said... I often ask myself if I could hear her saying it. Sometimes I think I can.

[rosarianoath]

My father wanted you as a daughter, and my mother wanted you as a future bride.

[Could he be closer any closer to her, even if he crawled into her skin? Hearing her talk about this is painful, and yet he wants to be this close.]

I've never thought you to be anything like her. But I think of her when...

[He doesn't really want to say it. It feels like a mistake to bring it up, but here it is.]

Well, any time I encounter women like her. Strict, opinionated, rude.

[noburden]

[His father was kind to her, warmer than she'd ever anticipated, but he was not her father. By law, she thought, were she lucky. But it never came to pass, and it was always more likely that she'd be married to some noble far from Rosaria.

She kisses his hand again. She's only ever wanted to be his bride.]

Of course. It's difficult not to, isn't it?

[As long as he doesn't see his mother in her, she's fine.]

Joshua would have wished her to come to the Hideaway with us.

[rosarianoath]

Near impossible to.

[They scare him, and he loathes to admit he scares at all. He sighs.]

I would have let him bring her.

[noburden]

You would have, because your heart is good.

[Joshua's would be softer towards their mother, because he essentially had an entirely different mother than Clive. Jill would have not wanted the woman in their safe haven, but she knows she wouldn't have argued. Dion would have likely never joined their fight.]

Forgive me for saying it, but I'm glad we never needed to discuss what to do with her.

[She took care of that problem herself.]

I could never forgive her for what she did.

[rosarianoath]

She wouldn’t have wanted to come with us, but she didn’t have anywhere to go. [He feels atrocious, speaking about her that way, and worse yet: this is the first time he’s spoken about her death at all.] She would have been our hostage, in a sense. She wouldn’t have wanted to come save for Joshua’s company. Nothing we could have done would satisfy her, and none would want her there.

[noburden]

You're right. She chose her fate.

[Go with the family she destroyed, or die. Jill can even find reason to be angry at her for that. She could have chosen to crawl away somewhere, out of sight, but she made sure they saw it.]

I'm sorry things weren't different.

[rosarianoath]

I am too.

[He wonders if Joshua thinks of her death, if it makes him feel small and helpless. Clive feels too numb to think much of it, too caked in violence and death and dismembered corpses. What’s one woman with a slit throat? How should that change if it’s his own mother?

He makes a sound, small and pained and contemplative.]

Do you think in time she might have changed?

[noburden]

[What a question. Jill takes a deep breath, glad to have him wrapped around her, keeping her in the present, grounded by his presence.]

I don't think so, no. She was too far gone. Perhaps if she had reconsidered her path when we were children...

[She sighs, knowing yes or no, Clive will find no peace in the answer.]

There was something deeply wrong with her.

[rosarianoath]

[He’s quiet, disappointed, but he knows it’s true.]

For a great man like my father to marry her, I always thought she must have been better than this at some point. She was nineteen when I was born, barely more than a girl… surely she was not born wrong.

[noburden]

I wish we could speak to your father.

[A thing that may be possible here, but it's just as likely they would encounter his mother. Finding Joshua is all she could ask for, and anything else feels like inviting trouble.]

But for now, there are some things we'll never know. All we know for certain is that you were a good son. So easily you could have grown resentful of Joshua, but you only loved him more. You remained kind.

[rosarianoath]

[Resentful? Such a thing had never occurred to him, and hearing her say it has him stilling, his hand withdrawing from her chest the faintest distance.]

I could never be resentful of him. She could have done anything to me and I still would have endured it every day for him, and my father would have been proud of me. That would have been enough.

[noburden]

[She smiles to herself. He's apalled by the thought, of course. She knew he would be--another testament to his goodness.]

I know. It's one of the things I've most admired about you.

[rosarianoath]

Thank you.

[He breathes in deeply, as if he could draw in her goodness, and feel her love to him sink into his very narrow.]

May I stay with you tonight?

[noburden]

If you'll let me hold you.

[Spooning is nice, but she wants him in her arms.]

[rosarianoath]

[There’s a little crack in his voice as he replies:]

Of course. Of course.

[noburden]

[Her heart. Jill kisses his hand before rolling onto her back, looking at him in the dim room for the first time since he's visited her.

She's glad he came. This is where he should be.]

Come here, my love.

[rosarianoath]

[He nods, head ducked, eyes low —- they’re glassy in the dark. He crawls into her arms, covering her body partially with his, and he presses his face into the crook of her neck.]

[noburden]

[She immediately wraps him in her arms and runs her fingers through his hair. He feels heavier when she knows he's hurting.]

I hope you continue to write me letters. They're precious to me.

[rosarianoath]

[Melting into her feels best when he’s so desperate for affection he could tear his own skin off just to climb into hers. He nods again, a tiny gesture.]

I’ll try.

It’s so hard.

[noburden]

I know. But each letter has made me feel like I know you all the better. I want to understand how you feel. I want you to feel safe sharing those feelings with me.

[And how much easier that all is when he volunteers to speak his heart.]

[rosarianoath]

I know you do. I’ve wished to share everything with you, but I’m afraid.

[Still is.]

[noburden]

What are you afraid of? After all we've been through... I'm still here, Clive.

[She wishes to always be by his side.]

[rosarianoath]

I don’t think you’d leave me. [She’s taken everything so far in stride.] But I don’t know if I can face all of those thoughts, or burden you with them.

[noburden]

A little at a time.

[May writing the letters give him courage. Jill turns her face to press her lips to his head, breathing in the scent of his hair.]

I love you. I still want everything we spoke of in this bed, and I think I always will.