[She goes quiet. Her still falls soft and even, her hold doesn't tighten or slacken. There's just a wave of bitter emotion. Heartbreak, mostly. And a solemn understanding.
The longer she stays alive, the more she wonders if she shouldn't have stayed dead.]
Me either.
[She should dissuade him. Camille turns her head and presses her lips to his hair. Gives him a tender kiss. She thinks of her conversation with Essek and her stomach gives an uneasy turn.]
Mathis, I don't want you to do anything rash. I don't want to see you hurt, any more than anyone else. But there will be an end to it.
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[he leans on her, curls into her for the reassurance of it.
he does envy them, is the thing. it's getting lonelier, and he kind of can't take the thought of just continuing to watch it happen.
quietly:]
Camille... I don't want to keep doing this.
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The longer she stays alive, the more she wonders if she shouldn't have stayed dead.]
Me either.
[She should dissuade him. Camille turns her head and presses her lips to his hair. Gives him a tender kiss. She thinks of her conversation with Essek and her stomach gives an uneasy turn.]
Mathis, I don't want you to do anything rash. I don't want to see you hurt, any more than anyone else. But there will be an end to it.