He presses his face into the crook of Israel's neck and cries. All the unshed tears from a thousand thousand dead, from a childhood broken and ruined and burned. Worth it. Charles has suddenly crossed from failure, from slaughterer to hero.
It is too much for him to cope with. It is too large to fit in his mind, or in his heart.
If Israel doesn't stop him, he'll cry until he's exhausted, until he's on the edge of sleep.]
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He presses his face into the crook of Israel's neck and cries. All the unshed tears from a thousand thousand dead, from a childhood broken and ruined and burned. Worth it. Charles has suddenly crossed from failure, from slaughterer to hero.
It is too much for him to cope with. It is too large to fit in his mind, or in his heart.
If Israel doesn't stop him, he'll cry until he's exhausted, until he's on the edge of sleep.]