[For a long moment, she just wants to thread her fingers through Åsa's hair - and then just does that, long fingers running deftly through soft hair, much less worry in the gesture than there would be under normal circumstances. She's too shaken, needs this - Åsa's proximity, everything - too much to not give into the urge.
But finally, she speaks, shaking her head slightly.] I should have died. [Not in the sense of wanting to, or feeling that it would have been just or should have happened. But by all logic and universal rules...]
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But finally, she speaks, shaking her head slightly.] I should have died. [Not in the sense of wanting to, or feeling that it would have been just or should have happened. But by all logic and universal rules...]