Hades
I stared at her, stunned into silence.
A onesie.
Ellen was gripping a damn onesie like it was the only thing tethering her to some semblance of a convoluted mix of both pain and safety. I was used to having her at loggerheads with my that I was coming clueless as to what to do in this situation. I did not torture or mock her so I could not help her by simply stopping. I did not know fully what triggered her and I was at odds on what to do not.
Her sobs shook through me, violent and raw. She wasn't just crying—she was breaking apart in my arms, and I had no idea how to stop it.
Cerberus stilled beneath my skin, watching, waiting. Even he didn't know how to handle this.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I couldn't form the words, couldn't move.
I had faced enemies with guns at my head, torn through men with nothing but claws and rage. But this—this—left me paralyzed.
