Not long after they met, he needed someone-- anyone --to care about him, not just to hear him but to listen to what he'd been through, to hear how he felt, to hold him when he desperately needed to be held, and she was there. Every time he would reach out for comfort, she gave it to him, no questions asked. She calmed him from his nightmares, lulled him when he couldn't sleep. Seras promised she wouldn't give up on him, that she would always be there when he needed her.
In some strange way, this entire ordeal was cathartic for her, as if she was comforting the person she was all those years ago, the girl that needed someone to tell her it was okay to cry, it was okay to be angry, it was okay to hurt... That if today was too hard, they could try again tomorrow.
Would he give her tomorrow? Could he, even if he wanted to?
It doesn't matter. Seras can't abandon him now at his angriest, his most broken, at his worst and still call herself a good friend. What kind of friend would she be if she broke her promise like that? How could she say she loved him if she ran away from him, now?
There's no reason to be afraid, she has to trust that he's not actually going to hurt her. Even if he did, he... he couldn't mean it. Further still, Seras believes herself to deserve that punishment and would take it on the chin either way. She doesn't even mind letting him take it out on her... there's not a doubt in her mind that she's been through worse than anything he would do.
Even as the veritable whirlwind that is Alfred swirls about her, Seras steels herself against his blustering presence and pushes herself to her feet, reaching trembling hands out into the mist for him. It may not work, but she wants to try. She has to try.
"Alfred, please... i-it will be alright, I promise. I'm not going anywhere."
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Not long after they met, he needed someone-- anyone --to care about him, not just to hear him but to listen to what he'd been through, to hear how he felt, to hold him when he desperately needed to be held, and she was there. Every time he would reach out for comfort, she gave it to him, no questions asked. She calmed him from his nightmares, lulled him when he couldn't sleep. Seras promised she wouldn't give up on him, that she would always be there when he needed her.
In some strange way, this entire ordeal was cathartic for her, as if she was comforting the person she was all those years ago, the girl that needed someone to tell her it was okay to cry, it was okay to be angry, it was okay to hurt... That if today was too hard, they could try again tomorrow.
Would he give her tomorrow? Could he, even if he wanted to?
It doesn't matter. Seras can't abandon him now at his angriest, his most broken, at his worst and still call herself a good friend. What kind of friend would she be if she broke her promise like that? How could she say she loved him if she ran away from him, now?
There's no reason to be afraid, she has to trust that he's not actually going to hurt her. Even if he did, he... he couldn't mean it. Further still, Seras believes herself to deserve that punishment and would take it on the chin either way. She doesn't even mind letting him take it out on her... there's not a doubt in her mind that she's been through worse than anything he would do.
Even as the veritable whirlwind that is Alfred swirls about her, Seras steels herself against his blustering presence and pushes herself to her feet, reaching trembling hands out into the mist for him. It may not work, but she wants to try. She has to try.
"Alfred, please... i-it will be alright, I promise. I'm not going anywhere."