He sat in the chair with a heavy sigh. Barely back and he was already making a mess of things. Even Cordelia could see. Everything was confusing since The Powers didn’t even tell him why he was here. Just had him show up and sent him on his merry way like before. They didn’t even tell him what happened after he left.
Doyle silently swallowed as she spoke. “I don’t know either princess. And I’m the one who’s supposed ta be dead and with the connection. But I gave my life up and gave the connection ta ye.” He shook his head slowly. “Maybe it’d be better if I was still gone cause then I wouldn’t be acting like a wee lad with feelings fer ye and making everything worse. I’m sorry.”
Cordelia shook her head vehemently. “No! Don’t say that.” Her voice faltered as she spoke, petering out into a whisper. She acutely remembered the overwhelming grief after he had died; she had watched and rewatched the video they had made so many times that she’d lost count.
How could he think that was better?
“Don’t you dare say that, Doyle."
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Don’t say that. Don’t dare to say it. That’s what she was saying. That meant she cared. His sadness was fading away as...
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Cordelia shook her head vehemently. “No! Don’t say that.” Her voice faltered as she spoke, petering out into a whisper....
