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She reaches for his hand. But she can only hold one finger, all five of her digits only just able to grasp it, her grip surprisingly strong. His life cut in two; past and future; before he was her father, and after. Everything is new. Everything has changed.
She reaches for his hand, climbs onto one rock, then a higher one. She holds tightly, hesitating a moment to find her balance before surging on, pulling him forward. This way . She climbs, never following the path, trusting him to hold her steady whichever direction she chooses to go.
She reaches for his hand. He holds it in both of his. Just the two of them now. Neither of them have any words to say. He holds her fingers warm in his and hopes it’s enough. Hopes he’s enough.
She reaches for his hand and stands up. On two feet, for the first time in years. Leans on him for a moment, then less as she finds her balance; beams at him, takes a step, then two. It works!
I knew you could do it.
A moment later she’s frowning, taking the leg off, attacking it with her tools, changing and perfecting.
Don’t be ridiculous. Humans?
Everyone’s talking about it! Don’t you want to see? Come on, Dad!
She’s already walking towards town, excited. Turns back for him. And he doesn’t believe it, but he does - something in the air. Change.
She reaches for his hand and pulls him into the future.