[PTL Game] Philp, Rachel

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OM: "You've been here?" I asked in a whisper, hardly daring to believe his words, let alone the evidence of my senses. I clung to Julia's hand, my anchor to reality as I ran my fingers through Patrick's hair, "no...nothing's changed," I sighed softly. "I missed you so much Patrick," his name now sounding strange on my lips...so many years had past. How many times had I dreamed of his touch, his soft breath caressing my ear as he spoke? I moved closer, resting my head against his chest and inhaling deeply. NM: He nodded slowly and only once so as not to move her from where her head laid at the globe that sat on her nightstand, gently teasing her "What, don't recognize your old man's handiwork?  Of course I've been here.  Where else would I be?"   He wanted to tell her all the times he had been there and wished he could have jumped in to help but unable to - how grateful he was that now, with Julia in the position she was in, could do it for him.  He understood Rachel's need to fight with the Legacy, even understood her doubts at times during that fight.  He would have done the same in her place.  It almost destroyed him when he had found out about the demon that had.....   He closed his eyes and held her close.   "I love you, Rachel Corrigan.  You know that, right?"