You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
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She sat on the bed, cradling the baby, singing to her. Calming her. Reached out one arm, flicked on the computer.
You make me happy when skies are grey
Volume down, don't attract attention. Wait, watch. She entered that state of mind common to those who cross their morality for what they see as the best of reasons. Reluctance, nervousness, determination, release. Release at, finally, being able to act.
She had to know.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
A symbol. One she did not know yet hauntingly familiar. Cold, dark, metallic yet filled with life and terrifying strength. Something she knew yet had never known.
She held the child close. Yet could not tear her eyes from the image before her.
So please don't take my sunshine away.
She jumped. Did not need to turn. Him.
What is it?
It's what you want.
And what is that?