[ Amber doesn't remember ever being held so tenderly. Memories of any family she had has been erased without trace, while war grants few reasons to touch another, as for Hei-- he has always held on to things, clothes, hands and bodies, with a certain desperation. She has never been so fragile and it frightens her, so she returns his touch with a fierce, white-knuckled grip. ]
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It is enough.
[ Nothing will ever be enough again. ]