[Emmet rubs Silver's hair, bumping his head against his son's temple.]
It's okay. I love you. I love you dearly, and so did she. Hold them close... she lives on in them.
[She'd tell you it's okay to cry, he's tempted to say. She'd tease you, but it'd be okay, as long as it didn't make you give up.
...
Emmet gives Silver's forehead a kiss before getting up. He'll fill out the forms, for now... temporary storage for Hilda's body, until they can find her will or speak with her mother. They can return to the house, briefly. Emmet helps gather up the Pokémon, all of the baby stuff, and...
...
He returns, after going into the bedroom. He found a paper, folded up, labeled to Silver. In Hilda's writing.]
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It's okay. I love you. I love you dearly, and so did she. Hold them close... she lives on in them.
[She'd tell you it's okay to cry, he's tempted to say. She'd tease you, but it'd be okay, as long as it didn't make you give up.
...
Emmet gives Silver's forehead a kiss before getting up. He'll fill out the forms, for now... temporary storage for Hilda's body, until they can find her will or speak with her mother. They can return to the house, briefly. Emmet helps gather up the Pokémon, all of the baby stuff, and...
...
He returns, after going into the bedroom. He found a paper, folded up, labeled to Silver. In Hilda's writing.]
Do you want to read this, now?