[ She looks at the woman, too. Watches as the stranger takes one of Finn's colored pens, gently takes the lantern, and adds a name to those already there. She hands it back and kisses Finn's cheek before joining the crowd again, and there's something in the gesture that makes Chyler wish it was easier for her to cry.
It was such a relief when she cried on John, even if she'll never admit as much out loud. Ever. She never used to see the point of tears.
She thinks about all the names she could list, wonders if there's any lantern big enough to carry all the dead of Corbulo.
But it gives her an idea, at least. ] I'll add to it.
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It was such a relief when she cried on John, even if she'll never admit as much out loud. Ever. She never used to see the point of tears.
She thinks about all the names she could list, wonders if there's any lantern big enough to carry all the dead of Corbulo.
But it gives her an idea, at least. ] I'll add to it.