[She can't explain it. She doesn't even understand it.
Maybe this place has finally done enough damage, hijacked her enough times. Maybe there's something wrong with her brain now.
But Twelve's part of the pack. Can't trust her, not when everything's on the line, but sometimes there can be something like goodwill. It's not. It's not like that. But it's close. Sort of.
Besides, even before Twelve, Lover Boy was in the pack. And... Well. That's what he'd asked her, wasn't it. Shortly after she'd shown up here. When the truce was being negotiated. Would you have died for him? Of course not. I would for her.
Love. Like the stories her grandmother told her. Unconditional, unwavering, selfless. It doesn't exist in Clove's world, but if it does in Twelve's... Well. She can leave a bowl of stew when she's alone.
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[She can't explain it. She doesn't even understand it.
Maybe this place has finally done enough damage, hijacked her enough times. Maybe there's something wrong with her brain now.
But Twelve's part of the pack. Can't trust her, not when everything's on the line, but sometimes there can be something like goodwill. It's not. It's not like that. But it's close. Sort of.
Besides, even before Twelve, Lover Boy was in the pack. And... Well. That's what he'd asked her, wasn't it. Shortly after she'd shown up here. When the truce was being negotiated. Would you have died for him? Of course not. I would for her.
Love. Like the stories her grandmother told her. Unconditional, unwavering, selfless. It doesn't exist in Clove's world, but if it does in Twelve's... Well. She can leave a bowl of stew when she's alone.
No one should be alone here.]