[He's very careful, because he knows much it means for her to say something like that. That she hopes for something. He'd spent all this time begging her to try it, to hope for something good, and maybe accepting the risk that it'd hurt her more than it would help, but now-- it's the final test for it, isn't it.
[Sniffling more. She just holds him for a long minute, quiet, before sighing.]
. . . Well, I could just resurrect you, I suppose. If I tried. And now we have a machine that extracts soul components, which is especially helpful for my situation. If we don't get it, I'll just fucking figure it out.
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[. . . Sniffling a little.]
Everyone's so fucking happy, and meanwhile I just. . . I can't bear it. I can't bear to lose her, or you, or to see it all come crashing down.
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just squeezing her for a moment.]
You won't lose her. And you won't lose me.
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. . . Well, I could just resurrect you, I suppose. If I tried. And now we have a machine that extracts soul components, which is especially helpful for my situation. If we don't get it, I'll just fucking figure it out.
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[Maybe a little of both? Anyway he won't let go of the hug until she seems to want to, so it's fine.]
Didn't we instruct the machine to self-destruct tomorrow?
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[Not that. But anyway, she means it? She won't let him die, so too bad?]
I'm trying to be optimistic.
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[He knows. He's just teasing.]
I think there's good reason to be? Plenty of evidence. It did say tomorrow in that creepy voice!
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