Part of Elena regrets it and she has never lived such an experience.
Logically, she understands why the decision had to come to that, even without knowing the full particulars. There are only so many people that can go through a rift together, and they had families they would never leave if they could help it. Something that they could always bond on was how family was the most important thing to them. But they had become family too, and isn't it just like Chicago to make it so that they would have to make such impossible choices? Her eyes close, and she turns back to him as soon as his hand rests on her arm.
Her lashes are wet with tears, her eyes filling once again at the sound of his voice. Something inside of her grows still, softened and pained all at once by the sounds his words make, and the meaning that is inevitably behind them. The things in the sky, the chaos in the city, all of it takes a backseat to the rest of what he is saying. Elena's expression nearly crumples at the mention of those cookies. She knows exactly what he means. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, and at first that is all she can manage. She is sorry he experienced so much loss, lost his home, was faced with so many impossible choices.
She never wants to have to make them.
Elena slips her arms around his neck and brings him over to her to hug him again, tightly and with feeling. "It's okay," she says against his neck. The situation isn't, but the choice he -- they -- made. She understands. It breaks her heart but she understands.
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Logically, she understands why the decision had to come to that, even without knowing the full particulars. There are only so many people that can go through a rift together, and they had families they would never leave if they could help it. Something that they could always bond on was how family was the most important thing to them. But they had become family too, and isn't it just like Chicago to make it so that they would have to make such impossible choices? Her eyes close, and she turns back to him as soon as his hand rests on her arm.
Her lashes are wet with tears, her eyes filling once again at the sound of his voice. Something inside of her grows still, softened and pained all at once by the sounds his words make, and the meaning that is inevitably behind them. The things in the sky, the chaos in the city, all of it takes a backseat to the rest of what he is saying. Elena's expression nearly crumples at the mention of those cookies. She knows exactly what he means. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, and at first that is all she can manage. She is sorry he experienced so much loss, lost his home, was faced with so many impossible choices.
She never wants to have to make them.
Elena slips her arms around his neck and brings him over to her to hug him again, tightly and with feeling. "It's okay," she says against his neck. The situation isn't, but the choice he -- they -- made. She understands. It breaks her heart but she understands.