[Her eyes flick upwards when she says it, head still tilted down to face the open wound. It comes only a beat before she jabs the needle under his skin.] How long have you known me, 'La Muerte'.
[It's unsettling work. Maybe that's why she's more eager to talk while she does it, pulling thread and pinning flesh with a meticulous sort of care. Whether she agrees with his decision to stay or not, he's done his part in looking out for her; if he's making a blunt call based on the only information he knows, is it so fair of her to be frustrated? Probably not.
And yet.] Do you really think I'd be telling you to leave if I didn't think this was serious?
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[Her eyes flick upwards when she says it, head still tilted down to face the open wound. It comes only a beat before she jabs the needle under his skin.] How long have you known me, 'La Muerte'.
[It's unsettling work. Maybe that's why she's more eager to talk while she does it, pulling thread and pinning flesh with a meticulous sort of care. Whether she agrees with his decision to stay or not, he's done his part in looking out for her; if he's making a blunt call based on the only information he knows, is it so fair of her to be frustrated? Probably not.
And yet.] Do you really think I'd be telling you to leave if I didn't think this was serious?
[She isn't a coward. She never has been.]