[ Robin's attempt at explaining doesn't do much to draw Buffy out of her crying fit. She comes apart at the seams, overburdened by everything she's been trying to hold back. Thomas, Fred, the war, her own actions in it, Sam, and now this? It all crashes into her at once, the final straw, her back breaking under the weight of trying to be so strong and so sure.
She accepts the comfort from Sam, sinking into him, shaking apart further. It takes her a long few moments to compose herself enough to get words out, though there are a few aborted attempts. Turning her face away, she wipes at her tears with her open palms, and more fall to replace them readily. She glances out towards the door, a scattered understanding that they need to hurry. ]
It's Rafael.
[ She gets that much out finally. There's literally no way he came up in a conversation with Sam, so pop culture check to guess it's Rafael Giovanni, I guess. ]
They can't find him.
[ Not the whole of it. It's Rafael, and it's Thomas, and it's being forced to face the monster that she's harboring inside of her. ]
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She accepts the comfort from Sam, sinking into him, shaking apart further. It takes her a long few moments to compose herself enough to get words out, though there are a few aborted attempts. Turning her face away, she wipes at her tears with her open palms, and more fall to replace them readily. She glances out towards the door, a scattered understanding that they need to hurry. ]
It's Rafael.
[ She gets that much out finally. There's literally no way he came up in a conversation with Sam, so pop culture check to guess it's Rafael Giovanni, I guess. ]
They can't find him.
[ Not the whole of it. It's Rafael, and it's Thomas, and it's being forced to face the monster that she's harboring inside of her. ]