[ It took the fight in the kwoon to forge the connection, and the Drift to cement it -- and Raleigh's right on all counts, of course; her whole life had been about the Jaegers, about kaiju and the PPDC, about proving herself and moving beyond the rest to become the brightest, the best, that being Stacker Pentecost's adopted daughter had absolutely nothing to do with her belonging within the PPDC.
She'd gotten to where she was on her own merit, and her impression of Raleigh, in the beginning, had been slightly less than favourable. She'd watched him, studied him, dedicated hours and hours to find candidates that suited his style, and yet.
But that was all before they'd come together, before they realised that they were drift-compatible, and it had been an incredible feeling when they came together, each molding against the other to form a perfect whole. Raleigh heals her in ways she hadn't thought she'd been broken, fills the imperfections -- together, they were strong, together, they could do anything, and it galls her that it had been the right call; she understands he had made the right call, but the heart and mind had always been too different things. The nightmare is still fresh in her mind, her anger doesn't abate, nor the power of her grief, the sense of loss that echoes so powerfully in her that she can't shake it, and she half fears that this is the dream.
Her fingers come to clench in his shirt, her face buried in his shoulder and she tries not to cry, remembering her desperation with a damning clarity. ] I held you, and you weren't breathing. [ Can you imagine how that feels? ]
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She'd gotten to where she was on her own merit, and her impression of Raleigh, in the beginning, had been slightly less than favourable. She'd watched him, studied him, dedicated hours and hours to find candidates that suited his style, and yet.
But that was all before they'd come together, before they realised that they were drift-compatible, and it had been an incredible feeling when they came together, each molding against the other to form a perfect whole. Raleigh heals her in ways she hadn't thought she'd been broken, fills the imperfections -- together, they were strong, together, they could do anything, and it galls her that it had been the right call; she understands he had made the right call, but the heart and mind had always been too different things. The nightmare is still fresh in her mind, her anger doesn't abate, nor the power of her grief, the sense of loss that echoes so powerfully in her that she can't shake it, and she half fears that this is the dream.
Her fingers come to clench in his shirt, her face buried in his shoulder and she tries not to cry, remembering her desperation with a damning clarity. ] I held you, and you weren't breathing. [ Can you imagine how that feels? ]