[Alice buries her head into his neck, breathing him in and desperately clinging to the last shreds of calm she has.]
You were dead, Jazzy. I thought-
[Whatever she was going to say next is cut off by more sobbing.
Crying is another part of humanity she's found she likes. It's a wonderful relief to release all the pain and sadness that gets bottled up. It lets her push it all out, rather than stewing in it in the absence of Jasper's gift.
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You were dead, Jazzy. I thought-
[Whatever she was going to say next is cut off by more sobbing.
Crying is another part of humanity she's found she likes. It's a wonderful relief to release all the pain and sadness that gets bottled up. It lets her push it all out, rather than stewing in it in the absence of Jasper's gift.