Molly’s eyes well up with fresh tears. Now it was she who felt guilty. She didn’t want him to feel sad, confess things he didn’t want to talk about, and automatically regretted her question born of innocence and general confusion. It…It just stung that the life she knew seemed to vanish like smoke in those words. But it was when he said that he disappointed her, that he let her down, was when Molly mustered the courage to wrap her arms around his neck. This time it wasn’t filled with jubilation and excitement but it was still heart-felt.
Oh, her heroes needed to be taken care of just as much as she.
“I don’t care what you’ve done.” She didn’t. Still hurt that she had to be shoved away but it was for her protection; she dealt with it no matter how bad the tears that stung her eyes as she boarded that plane with a stranger she had never met before. “You could never disappoint me Mohinder; I love you. You’re my hero. I love you both so much—I don’t want to lose either of you like…”
Like James Walker.
Like Libby Walker.
She shut her eyes tightly, holding onto Mohinder in a firmer grip. “I’m still your little girl; you’re still my hero. That won’t ever change.”