[ abigail can barely move in her own armor, she doesn't know how she's going to be able to lift up the other pieces. but she nods. will is the only thing from home that doesn't scare her -- or at least her relief of having him nearby sans hannibal overrides whatever residual fear she has about his weird empathy fueled moments -- she wants to make sure that obligation he felt for her because he killed her dad remains. of course she's going to agree with him. so she struggles to do just that. yay, lifting things.
and apropos of nothing, ] Are you still my guardian here?
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and apropos of nothing, ] Are you still my guardian here?