[Flandre cannot speak--only cry. But now she moves, as if unfrozen--though still stiff. She reaches up, curling her fingers into the demon's shirt near his shoulders and folding her wings around him and clinging too hard, like a drowning person.
But she heard every word. The shivering stopped, slowly, gradually--but they did.
That empty sadness in her chest didn't seem so big now.]
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But she heard every word. The shivering stopped, slowly, gradually--but they did.
That empty sadness in her chest didn't seem so big now.]