[This was not part of the plan they didn't have. Fiddleford yelps and cranes his head -- where's Ford -- and meets his eyes. Grabs his hand across the space that separates them.]
Ford--
[He's spent so much of his life -- and most of his death -- feeling like he wasn't strong enough. Good enough, brave enough. Enough at all.
Being with Ford has made him feel like enough. Wherever they go, they go together. Maybe it's because he's already died once but right now he's less concerned with the possibility that he might die again and more focused on not letting Ford's hand go. So long as he holds on, he'll be fine.
That book Ford had said he'd be a hero. Up until now it's felt like an empty consolation prize for thirty years of suffering. This is the first time it's seemed like something possible.]
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Ford--
[He's spent so much of his life -- and most of his death -- feeling like he wasn't strong enough. Good enough, brave enough. Enough at all.
Being with Ford has made him feel like enough. Wherever they go, they go together. Maybe it's because he's already died once but right now he's less concerned with the possibility that he might die again and more focused on not letting Ford's hand go. So long as he holds on, he'll be fine.
That book Ford had said he'd be a hero. Up until now it's felt like an empty consolation prize for thirty years of suffering. This is the first time it's seemed like something possible.]