[he's in the church for a little while, probably. he has also been healed-- where he was burned is now scarred black, with a red pulse beneath. like there's still something there, eating at him. that's fun!
... Yeah. I'm sorry - you shouldn't have to feel that. It's a lot, and you're not built for it. [because at this point how could she not guess what happened, really.]
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she's curled up next to him, wherever, fussing.]
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[he's in the church for a little while, probably. he has also been healed-- where he was burned is now scarred black, with a red pulse beneath. like there's still something there, eating at him. that's fun!
one hand is pressed loosely to his chest.]
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It's alright, you're alive. That's what matters. [...] How are you feeling?
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[his gaze drops to his hand, with a frown.]
My chest- won't stop hurting.
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... Yeah. I'm sorry - you shouldn't have to feel that. It's a lot, and you're not built for it. [because at this point how could she not guess what happened, really.]
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[he's just leaning on her at this point.]
It isn't as painful, sometimes.
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Well, that's good. [...] So it was what I thought it was, then. Fuck.
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[he never asked her about it, but he recalls seeing the word inked on her.]
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I'd never been there before we went down. But it was just as bad as the rest. [...] What'd you get wrapped up in?
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[...]
...I woke up again, but I... I died.
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[a beat. she turns to look at him, frowning.]
Did Hope bring you back?
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She must've.
[she brings a hand up to gently tilt his head side to side, looking him over to make sure there's nothing weird going on...]
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except he kind of blinks, looking startled, and seems to be listening for something.]
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What?
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