[Herc... Willow never knew him especially well, and she remembers even less of him without her memories of Trench, but she was still liked him well enough. Another name on an ever growing list of those who have left loved ones behind in this place.
At least there's some small comfort she can take in knowing they're out there together, somewhere. Hopefully, as Luna has said, somewhere nice. Or at the very least, somewhere nicer. It's better than thinking of John out there alone.
She gently sets an arm around Luna's shoulders, trying to offer what comfort she can. There's not a huge difference in their ages, and half the time Willow feels like she's barely an adult herself.]
So am I...
[She manages to quirk a little smile.]
Did I ever tell you, the first time I met John, I nearly pelted him in the face with a snowball?
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At least there's some small comfort she can take in knowing they're out there together, somewhere. Hopefully, as Luna has said, somewhere nice. Or at the very least, somewhere nicer. It's better than thinking of John out there alone.
She gently sets an arm around Luna's shoulders, trying to offer what comfort she can. There's not a huge difference in their ages, and half the time Willow feels like she's barely an adult herself.]
So am I...
[She manages to quirk a little smile.]
Did I ever tell you, the first time I met John, I nearly pelted him in the face with a snowball?