[His fingers sink lower, hers already gripping him fiercely— and she thinks she should have told him sooner. Thinks maybe she already did, struck by the briefest ghost of what it'd been like when they were in the nightmare together. The last time she'd held onto him so tightly. The last time she refused to leave him behind.
This time it's not about survival, not about making sure he survives. He's learned through Taylor and Washington how to stand on his own feet, no desperate urge pressing him into someone else's shadow. Little changes that have built up over time to fill in the cracks left behind by old wounds.
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This time it's not about survival, not about making sure he survives. He's learned through Taylor and Washington how to stand on his own feet, no desperate urge pressing him into someone else's shadow. Little changes that have built up over time to fill in the cracks left behind by old wounds.
He doesn't really need her anymore.
Which is the best reason for her to stay.]