[She loves her special sons. He's been one before, was one for many years before being given up. And now his brother takes his place. Only fitting, he supposes.
Silva has some similar memories, a somewhat younger M, different locales, but similar in approval. Even something that looks like a smile, now and then, in more personal rather than professional moments.
He gives a scoff of a laugh, tugged out of him, and leans against the containment. It's a life that he misses, in his memories. Things were much simpler as an agent.]
She has such a surprisingly strong love. It makes letting go that much more painful.
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Silva has some similar memories, a somewhat younger M, different locales, but similar in approval. Even something that looks like a smile, now and then, in more personal rather than professional moments.
He gives a scoff of a laugh, tugged out of him, and leans against the containment. It's a life that he misses, in his memories. Things were much simpler as an agent.]
She has such a surprisingly strong love. It makes letting go that much more painful.