[For a moment Esther goes soft around the edges as she feels the absence keenly, mother slipping away for something as simple as a gesture of affection. Maybe the last one. "I love you" just before the end, just before her body crumples one more time, just before the blood begins choking him.
And she's sharing it, it's half hers and half Ned's and blending together in a disgusting mix of helplessness and exiliration and sorrow. It's wrong. It's not his and she doesn't want his memories mixed in with hers.
She isn't aware that in the kitchen, in the present, she's biting her lip hard.]
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And she's sharing it, it's half hers and half Ned's and blending together in a disgusting mix of helplessness and exiliration and sorrow. It's wrong. It's not his and she doesn't want his memories mixed in with hers.
She isn't aware that in the kitchen, in the present, she's biting her lip hard.]
Stop it.