[This, too, strikes her in the belly - under the ribs, below the heart. Elena hurts, and Abigail hurts with her; Elena describes her remembrance of pain, and Abigail feels as though all she's ever felt is pain, for the entirety of her life. It's like being suspended in amber, only the amber aches and crawls into your mouth and nose, and you can never escape it.]
[She doesn't say any of this to Elena - can't, shouldn't, wouldn't - just hugs her tighter, holds her closer, arm around her shoulders.]
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[She doesn't say any of this to Elena - can't, shouldn't, wouldn't - just hugs her tighter, holds her closer, arm around her shoulders.]
Complicated how?