You'll probably find it kinda familiar, [ she smiles at him rubbing his face and reaches up to swipe some of the fresher tears away with her fingers. ] When I would run, he'd laugh and tell me that what he was going to do to me is all rabbits were good for. What I was made for.

[ She lets her hands rest on either side of his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek as she looks into his eyes. She wonders what they'd looked like, before everything that happened. Wonders what her own looked like. That was something the dreams got wrong, no matter what; there's no hiding this pain from someone else who knows it. She tips up her chin and kisses his forehead. ]

But it's over now. We're both safe, now. And we have each other, now. Even if we still carry it with us, it's not who we are.