At her daughter's emotional explosion, Moira's face falls. Only then, does she realize what she's done. She's done it again. Tears fill her eyes when she recognizes the ache in her little girl's face, the anger in her voice.
"Oh, Chloe, sweetheart..." She runs her hand over the younger woman's hair. "It's not your fault, sweetheart... if anything, it's mine. I... I started a cycle. I left you... I left my little cub reporter behind... that was no choice of yours. It was... was... m-mine."
She can feel herself fading, trying to slip back into that level of unconsciousness. She's fighting it, so hard, but the truth is evident in her words, her speech. She's shutting down again.
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Date: 2009-08-21 03:37 am (UTC)"Oh, Chloe, sweetheart..." She runs her hand over the younger woman's hair. "It's not your fault, sweetheart... if anything, it's mine. I... I started a cycle. I left you... I left my little cub reporter behind... that was no choice of yours. It was... was... m-mine."
She can feel herself fading, trying to slip back into that level of unconsciousness. She's fighting it, so hard, but the truth is evident in her words, her speech. She's shutting down again.