[Her ears are ringing, his words feeling like they're coming at her through a tunnel miles long. Raven can hardly even hear the music anymore. Alive. Her son's alive?? How?
How could she not have known? Raven should have looked harder. There's relief, yes, but with it added layers of guilt. He'd been alone. By himself. Just as she had been until finding Charles. She forgets in that moment that she wants little to do with Erik. She forgets about her anger with him. Raven simply starts to cry, clutching at the fabric of Erik's jumpsuit to pull him closer to him.] K-Kurt? That's his name?
[She tries to imagine it, putting that name to the baby she'd held in her arms. What had happened to him? Who'd raised him?]
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How could she not have known? Raven should have looked harder. There's relief, yes, but with it added layers of guilt. He'd been alone. By himself. Just as she had been until finding Charles. She forgets in that moment that she wants little to do with Erik. She forgets about her anger with him. Raven simply starts to cry, clutching at the fabric of Erik's jumpsuit to pull him closer to him.] K-Kurt? That's his name?
[She tries to imagine it, putting that name to the baby she'd held in her arms. What had happened to him? Who'd raised him?]