She grins, but it's a careful grin. She doesn't want to get her hopes up, before she lets him cut the cord. Granted, she doesn't really expect anything he throws at her to hurt physically too much: it's the mental half of it that is going to destroy her. But it's the sort of thing she's expecting, that she's used to.
"That's awesome, kid." She has to resist the urge to ruffle his hair again. "And I saw your dad showed up," she let out a small chuckle. "Luke really was wrong." Her words are, what is it? Bitter? Bitter with a good dash of amusement.
She doesn't expect Charlie to make sense of that. He wasn't here when Luke was. He wasn't here for the Battle of Manhattan. He wasn't here to watch them burn Luke's body in the burial shroud like he was some sort of hero instead of a coward. Like he hadn't been the cause of so much pain and destruction.
He'd been manipulated, she knew. He'd been wrong. He tried to manipulate her, and countless others like her. And he'd paid the price. He paid with his life.
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"That's awesome, kid." She has to resist the urge to ruffle his hair again. "And I saw your dad showed up," she let out a small chuckle. "Luke really was wrong." Her words are, what is it? Bitter? Bitter with a good dash of amusement.
She doesn't expect Charlie to make sense of that. He wasn't here when Luke was. He wasn't here for the Battle of Manhattan. He wasn't here to watch them burn Luke's body in the burial shroud like he was some sort of hero instead of a coward. Like he hadn't been the cause of so much pain and destruction.
He'd been manipulated, she knew. He'd been wrong. He tried to manipulate her, and countless others like her. And he'd paid the price. He paid with his life.