[Mash stands there silently, finding herself holding her breath as the figure turns around. How silly. How absurd. How impossible. And yet…
It really does look like him. Her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of the man, this stranger who looks so much like her surrogate father.
It’s just a coincidence. Stop staring. You need to go find Fou. Mash tells herself this over and over but remains rooted in place, eyes locked on that distant form. Still, in spite of it all, she couldn’t help but want to believe.]
Doc…tor…?
[A familiar title, one she hadn’t used in years, slips from her lips unbidden. Her voice is barely audible, even to those right beside her.
Fou circles Roman once before heading back towards Mash, as though signaling for him to follow.]
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It really does look like him. Her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of the man, this stranger who looks so much like her surrogate father.
It’s just a coincidence. Stop staring. You need to go find Fou. Mash tells herself this over and over but remains rooted in place, eyes locked on that distant form. Still, in spite of it all, she couldn’t help but want to believe.]
Doc…tor…?
[A familiar title, one she hadn’t used in years, slips from her lips unbidden. Her voice is barely audible, even to those right beside her.
Fou circles Roman once before heading back towards Mash, as though signaling for him to follow.]