( They don't have medallions in Dean's community. There are no bones to burry — if there's a body at all, it's salted and burned until nothing remains. Otherwise, he can relate to bits of it. The way death hangs over hunters not as a possibility but rather an inevitability, the way reunions and parties often start with a tally of who died between the last and now. Rather than a tree, they have numbers in journals and phone books, its branches just the crossed out lines of the ones no longer in service.
He's no stranger to loss, but when it comes to his family, he'd rather cross off a dozen other numbers than one of theirs.
But that's a him problem, and so he swallows that down and instead offers an empty, humorless smile.
Ciri is more. She has more waiting for her.
With gravity , with weight: )
Well, then I guess you better do everything you can.
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He's no stranger to loss, but when it comes to his family, he'd rather cross off a dozen other numbers than one of theirs.
But that's a him problem, and so he swallows that down and instead offers an empty, humorless smile.
Ciri is more. She has more waiting for her.
With gravity , with weight: )
Well, then I guess you better do everything you can.