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Joanna Beth Harvelle (harvelle) wrote in wariscoming,

"I think it means something, at the very least. As for whether or not he's up there...I guess we just need to have faith." Jo spoke quietly, looking back over to her friend as she spoke, and nodded. When she touched her shoulder, she leaned in a little - when a year ago she would have pulled away. "It's so hard. I know now how you felt, when Sam was addicted to the blood and you were trying to help him. I think I understand that more, now."

She bit her lip as she thought about the visions. "I hope it's not because we're fighting it...because we can't just not do that. I don't know what it was that brought Chuck to Lawrence, but...I'm so glad that he came, because at least now we have some kind of warning. We're not just fighting blind." What Jo didn't say out loud was that half the time lately his visions were so vague, they probably would have been better without.

"Yeah, we have to keep fighting. It's what we do - you've learned that, right, being around us, around humans? It's not in us to just give up. Not when there's so much riding on this." Jo looked down at her stomach, then at the engagement ring on her friend's finger. "We have to fight, because there's so much to lose. But if something happens to Chuck...I don't know."