[ this is exactly what she wants, actually, she just crawls half into his lap and wraps her arms around him. it feels familiar. it feels like sitting on the couch in a basement, falling asleep with three other kids all collapsed on top of her, worn out and sugar-crashed. the room around them shifts slightly, a daydream to provide a little comfort.
she's so tired of grieving, too. she thinks about that happy village, she thinks about the circles under his eyes being gone, she thinks of getting to live and getting to prosper, and how much she finally just really wants to go somewhere that feels like home.
in an exhausted, wet tone: ]
I'll be back soon.
[ if she dies. she swallows hard, and then: ] It won't be as long this time, if...
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she's so tired of grieving, too. she thinks about that happy village, she thinks about the circles under his eyes being gone, she thinks of getting to live and getting to prosper, and how much she finally just really wants to go somewhere that feels like home.
in an exhausted, wet tone: ]
I'll be back soon.
[ if she dies. she swallows hard, and then: ] It won't be as long this time, if...
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[ immediately - it's rough, more exhausted and worn down than angry. ] Please.
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