[He can put his hand on her head, though she doesn't really know what to do with that. She still feels worried, but she feels comforted by the gesture.]
There's no one left who isn't dear to me, or dear to someone who is dear to me. How ridiculous that is.
So let's just. . . stop accepting that more of us have to die.
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There's no one left who isn't dear to me, or dear to someone who is dear to me. How ridiculous that is.
So let's just. . . stop accepting that more of us have to die.
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Not particularly ridiculous. I happen to agree. Though maybe my opinion counts as ridiculous as well.
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[She does have a brain injury there, yeah. But its under her skull still.]
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As long as we agree.
[anyway keeping his hands to himself now.]
I think maybe everyone else is as sick of death as we are. Especially considering only Childe was actually taken out.
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[. . .
There's a surge of fear here, too.]
And myself. There is no one I'm comfortable sacrificing, but then there are those I cannot bear to lose.