[There's no laugh this time, patronizing or otherwise. He's tired, and bested, and for all of his unfocused loathing, he's not grounded enough to mask how deep those scars run beneath his skin. It should mean something significant, her reaching out to him.
It doesn't.] You know nothing.
[She's too close to the truth. Prying loose emotions like maintenance hatches, there's a draw to her that even he can't deny, and if he lets her continue reaching for his hand he'll weaken. By degrees, and not without a struggle, but the light has always persisted in his veins.
His features soften almost abruptly, eyeline lifting, voice barely above a whisper. Hopeful, maybe, if ever he could be.] --would you try to save me after everything I've done?
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It doesn't.] You know nothing.
[She's too close to the truth. Prying loose emotions like maintenance hatches, there's a draw to her that even he can't deny, and if he lets her continue reaching for his hand he'll weaken. By degrees, and not without a struggle, but the light has always persisted in his veins.
His features soften almost abruptly, eyeline lifting, voice barely above a whisper. Hopeful, maybe, if ever he could be.] --would you try to save me after everything I've done?