[And she's glancing away from the book again because the woman's words have hit a chord. Buttercup mourned for Prim. She knows that. But he's adapted. He's survived. And unlike her, he doesn't wake up with nightmares of her sister's body exploding into small pieces. Being covered in the gore, unable to do anything but stand there frozen.
Nightmares that, along with all the others, make it nearly impossible to sleep at night.
But she also thinks that only a person who's known loss the way she has can make such a statement. And a part of her wonders what it is.]
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Nightmares that, along with all the others, make it nearly impossible to sleep at night.
But she also thinks that only a person who's known loss the way she has can make such a statement. And a part of her wonders what it is.]
Yeah.