She comes to me.
Valentine squares her shoulders, and she comes to me.
And when I extend my hand and she places hers in mine, I feel the weight of all the expectations I carry lessen. I feel her share them.
I feel her join me. Not just in this moment. Not just for show. But she joins me in this fight.
And when she turns to the sea of faces, I witness their acceptance.
Their acceptance of her. Of my decision to join with The Alliance. Of my promise.
I squeeze her fingers in mine and nod.
Then, together, we walk down the aisle and away from the sadness.
