Date: 2019-01-06 12:57 am (UTC)
mypartnerintime: (Never minding what state I'm in)
[That's not the answer she's expecting. She thought maybe something from her nightmare. Something about William or Rachel, or...

But it is about them too, isn't it?]


You mean like Rachel?

[The name comes out softly, delicately. Despite Chloe's outburst at the Glass, she knows full well how much Chloe's angel means to her. Despite is even the wrong word. You don't say those things to someone you don't care about.

The memory of finding Rachel threatens to surface. She can almost hear Chloe's voice calling out in the scrapyard, high pitched and spiraling out of control. Max's own concerns seem small and insignificant next to that frightening sound.]
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