[Well, Shooter does love her, but she also beat her to a bloody pulp and broke her leg. Perhaps "lover" isn't the correct term.
She's never had to explain this before. Give her a second. You know, as the floor continues to disappear slowly but surely. That's not really important right now.
Maybe she can even kill two birds with one stone.]
I am her. I am made of her anguish. I bear her pain so that she doesn't have to be afraid.
I do love her.
[Aaaaand score! The weight that falls upon this admission is almost as big as his earlier contribution. Progress!]
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She's never had to explain this before. Give her a second. You know, as the floor continues to disappear slowly but surely. That's not really important right now.
Maybe she can even kill two birds with one stone.]
I am her. I am made of her anguish. I bear her pain so that she doesn't have to be afraid.
I do love her.
[Aaaaand score! The weight that falls upon this admission is almost as big as his earlier contribution. Progress!]