Resident Evil Volume 3 Chapter 13
him, at the two of them laughing and having a good time, the better she'd started to feel. Not happy or even okay, and no less afraid of what was to come... ... just better. Calmer. Stronger. She loved him, and knew that wherever he was he loved her back - and that if the two of them had been able to survive the loss of both of their parents, to build lives for them- selves and share a silly Christmas vacation in spite of having no real home to go to, then they could cope with anything. She could cope. Can and will. I'm going to find Sherry and Leon and, God willing, my brother - and we're going to make it out of Raccoon. The truth was, she didn't really have any choice, but she needed to go through the process of accepting her lack of options before she could act. She'd heard before that real bravery wasn't an absence of fear, it was accepting the fear and doing what was necessary anyway - and once she'd sat for a moment, thinking about Chris, she thought that she could do …
