I heard the sufference, seeing the dianthus
I carressed the patience, forced it for you
I looked at the world through your eyes
There's always war, always destruction, in fire
Quick work (extension to "weight bearing, untie you"?)
Based on his, i'm planning to write a one-shot on ao3 about Jill coping with her injuries. She experiences insecurity and insincerity towards her own body, and Chris is there to help.
What do you think?