Who:Raphael Davies and Isabella Romero What: Let the therapy being When: After this Where: Starting out side Isi's office and then inside it. Rating: High. Trigger warning just in case for character death (not either of them), torture talk, death of children, abuse of children, and probably other equally fun topics.
Raph was physically, mentally and emotionally spent when he returned to Limbo. Zach was dead. He had seen the grave with his own two eyes. There was no faking that, or the fresh dirt. Not even the Wraiths would be this cruel and go this far out of their way. Honestly? He sincerely doubted Juliet would have been able to play out this sort of long con. She wasn't the kind of handler that was capable of that sort of needless cruelty. He'd known enough people to spot the type.
When he returned to base he made sure to reunite Juliet and David. He simply nodded a farewell as he headed down the increasingly familiar hallways of the facility. He knew what Zach would want him to do right now.
Raph let himself almost fall into one of the chairs outside Dr. Romero's office. He'd been here before, mostly to take naps instead of actually having therapy sessions. It felt weird sitting out here now. He didn't really feel much of anything. He slumped forward, feeling the weight of everything that happened pulling him down. Slowly, he moved his hands onto his lap with a bit of a sigh and started to rub them. They hurt, but he barely felt it.
Zach was dead.
He sniffed a little, and started to rub at his eyes.
Zach was dead.
The last person he considered famile was dead.... and he was alone again.