（ he's still carrying a wrapped-up deer carcass. still covered in blood. but hell, they've both been through worse, ain't they? he drops it off to one side and turns to face her, a hand at her shoulder to pull her in close. he wraps his arms around her, trying to be mindful of her hair so there's no transfer of viscera. ）
Oh, baby girl.
（ just that. soft, tired. the fact of the matter is, he can't even chastise her for it. by that look in her face, she already damn well knows he would never have asked, would never have wanted this for her. he bought her the best life he could, paid in the blood on his hands, and jackson was supposed to be the haven that kept her from the worst of the world.
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Oh, baby girl.
（ just that. soft, tired. the fact of the matter is, he can't even chastise her for it. by that look in her face, she already damn well knows he would never have asked, would never have wanted this for her. he bought her the best life he could, paid in the blood on his hands, and jackson was supposed to be the haven that kept her from the worst of the world.
and she followed in his footsteps anyhow.
christ. ）