She watches him as he speaks. There's something behind his eyes that she's never seen before. Some kind of -- understanding, even as he tries to push it down.
Something that died in the older Ramon's eyes a long time ago. (Something that she would kill to see in his eyes.)
"Yes, I know how it is," she nods. "I live each day knowing it."
Claire's face is bright and shining in her memory.
"Even if you know how to take care of yourself, some days it doesn't matter."
She has to stop to brush tears out of her eyes. But her face stays an emotionless mask.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-03-08 10:44 pm (UTC)Something that died in the older Ramon's eyes a long time ago. (Something that she would kill to see in his eyes.)
"Yes, I know how it is," she nods. "I live each day knowing it."
Claire's face is bright and shining in her memory.
"Even if you know how to take care of yourself, some days it doesn't matter."
She has to stop to brush tears out of her eyes. But her face stays an emotionless mask.