( Red doesn't know why there's that burst of fire in her chest, of that anger-stage still wanting to rail against it. He was always very good at showing it so she knows that's true, and she loves Clara finds it's important to point that out even in the middle of all her own pain and grief.
She lifts her hand, cradling the side of Clara's hair, slipping fingers through the dark strands of her hair. )
He really loved you. ( It's whispered against the top of her head in some cracked, pained voice. ) And I'm so sorry you have to lose him again. ( She's already lost so much. It's not fair, resounding through her - her fingertips dig into Clara's side with a protectiveness like she can possibly stop any further loss from occurring. She can't. )
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She lifts her hand, cradling the side of Clara's hair, slipping fingers through the dark strands of her hair. )
He really loved you. ( It's whispered against the top of her head in some cracked, pained voice. ) And I'm so sorry you have to lose him again. ( She's already lost so much. It's not fair, resounding through her - her fingertips dig into Clara's side with a protectiveness like she can possibly stop any further loss from occurring. She can't. )