[ She clings to him like she did Royce, earlier. She rests her head on his shoulder and holds tight, like she can will whatever comfort she has in her out in the form of a hug. She's still scared, but mostly, she doesn't like how upset the two of them are. It feels good to have someone worry, but also bad, she thinks. ]
I know. [ Mercy says quietly, hiding her face. ] It's not yours or Daddy's either, okay? [ She knows that, too. ]
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I know. [ Mercy says quietly, hiding her face. ] It's not yours or Daddy's either, okay? [ She knows that, too. ]