( her face softens, and the overwhelming sensation of sentimentality is becoming too much to manage. mutely and carefully, she crawls onto her sister's lap to curl in somewhat of a fetal position -- head resting delicately on the other's chest. )
... He'd want you to have it and use it. He'd be mad if it's just lying around and rusting away.
[oof. this is all a lot. but the familiarity of her sister being here is so comforting right now -- as it always is. as she didn't know if she'd ever have again.]
I know. I'll use them, don't worry.
[even if she is still grappling with the memories associated with them.]
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... He'd want you to have it and use it. He'd be mad if it's just lying around and rusting away.
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I know. I'll use them, don't worry.
[even if she is still grappling with the memories associated with them.]