[She is silent, for a very long moment, as she listens -- and the tears match her own, though Rachel is long past the point of sobbing. She can't quite work up the energy to cry anymore. Life in this city has become freakishly normal. Death, destruction, murder, hopelessness, all constantly weighing down on even the broadest of shoulders causes a bend in your back.
And Rachel, while she knows her mouth forms the words, and while she knows it is her voice speaking them, feels a certain numbness wash over her as she says them, almost as if she's watching some version of herself talking.]
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And Rachel, while she knows her mouth forms the words, and while she knows it is her voice speaking them, feels a certain numbness wash over her as she says them, almost as if she's watching some version of herself talking.]
Some prayers go unanswered.