[ The bitter laughter shouldn't throw her anymore-- it's been months since she's come to know Jack as he is now. Still, she tenses slightly, as if startled. But it passes quickly, quicker than it probably should. Instead, she steps forward and places a hand lightly on his bicep.
Right now, she doesn't see Soldier 76 or her former commander. She sees someone who has suffered and has resigned himself to it.
She can't tell him that things will get better or everything will turn out okay. He doesn't need empty platitudes, and she's not in the mood to dispense them. ]
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Right now, she doesn't see Soldier 76 or her former commander. She sees someone who has suffered and has resigned himself to it.
She can't tell him that things will get better or everything will turn out okay. He doesn't need empty platitudes, and she's not in the mood to dispense them. ]