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Harold Finch ([personal profile] ornithologist) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs 2025-03-31 11:33 pm (UTC)

[ In some ways Shaw is the bravest of them all, the way she says She loved us both, and the Machine, without hesitation. Harold still has to work up his nerve to be that honest and direct. In retrospect, it's no surprise Ms. Groves had been drawn to her so much; she was always trying to get Harold to face the things he wanted to ignore.

Harold hasn't seen her outwardly grieving or not grieving -- hadn't seen her at all after Root's death at home, not really -- and hadn't known to look for it while they were here, so he doesn't have any preconceived notion about how Shaw should be performing her grief. If anything, he assumes it would be private. He understands that instinct and he can see that Shaw would be the same way. Something about airing it out publicly feels disrespectful, even demeaning. The impact isn't lessened because it's kept to oneself. ]


She did, [ he echoes softly in agreement, taking the slippers and smiling a little despite himself. It's bittersweet, edged in sadness. ] And the Machine loved her, too, in the way that she could.

[ Yes, Root finally got to him on the pronouns. Harold suddenly notices the frayed edges on the slippers. ]

... I think these were Bear's, actually. She had a pair for him.

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