[ listens to this and immediately makes myself sad!! cool!!!!!
she still wears that collar; he sees her touch it from time to time, when she's drawn off in a thought. is it a symbol of restraint? something else?
he just hopes she really is free. ]
Kindness isn't a transaction. You don't owe me anything and you never will.
[ there is no favor here. he wants her to know that no matter what, there is no need for a give or take with him. HOWEVER, ]
But if you want to make me happy, you can do your best to keep the rest of your limbs. [ more seriously: ] What would bring me the most joy is seeing you safe. I... realize that's quite the ask. [ because they can't control anything here. ] But seeing you like this...
[ she's still covered in gore. thursdays are really hard! really bad. please don't get sucked into a cyoa black hole again. ]
kindness isn't a transaction, he says, and she thinks about that, looking down at her hands. at her remaining limbs. it makes her laugh a bit when he brings it up, just a little huff of a sound, but it's something.]
... I can't promise anything. [she says, finally, picking the dried gore off of her fingers.] But I'll do my best to keep my limbs.
[seeing you like this, he says, and she just kind of exhales, trying not to breathe too much of it in.]
Do you want to know something ridiculous? I don't like the smell of blood.
[she's an asssasin and yet. it makes her feel sick.]
he smiles, even if it's only got as much humor as her laugh. they're doing their best. ]
It'd be more ridiculous if you liked it!
[ what she really needs is to be thrown in the one working shower for three hours, but for now he goes to fetch one of those small, metal washbasins that come with hospitals, and a small towel, which he douses and wrings out as he speaks. ]
Here, give me your hands. [ he can at least clean those off. ] I don't think it's bad to find it unpleasant, no matter how often you've seen it. You said you're used to—so many terrible things. Isn't it good, that you never became used to blood?
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she still wears that collar; he sees her touch it from time to time, when she's drawn off in a thought. is it a symbol of restraint? something else?
he just hopes she really is free. ]
Kindness isn't a transaction. You don't owe me anything and you never will.
[ there is no favor here. he wants her to know that no matter what, there is no need for a give or take with him. HOWEVER, ]
But if you want to make me happy, you can do your best to keep the rest of your limbs. [ more seriously: ] What would bring me the most joy is seeing you safe. I... realize that's quite the ask. [ because they can't control anything here. ] But seeing you like this...
[ she's still covered in gore. thursdays are really hard! really bad. please don't get sucked into a cyoa black hole again. ]
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kindness isn't a transaction, he says, and she thinks about that, looking down at her hands. at her remaining limbs. it makes her laugh a bit when he brings it up, just a little huff of a sound, but it's something.]
... I can't promise anything. [she says, finally, picking the dried gore off of her fingers.] But I'll do my best to keep my limbs.
[seeing you like this, he says, and she just kind of exhales, trying not to breathe too much of it in.]
Do you want to know something ridiculous? I don't like the smell of blood.
[she's an asssasin and yet. it makes her feel sick.]
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he smiles, even if it's only got as much humor as her laugh. they're doing their best. ]
It'd be more ridiculous if you liked it!
[ what she really needs is to be thrown in the one working shower for three hours, but for now he goes to fetch one of those small, metal washbasins that come with hospitals, and a small towel, which he douses and wrings out as he speaks. ]
Here, give me your hands. [ he can at least clean those off. ] I don't think it's bad to find it unpleasant, no matter how often you've seen it. You said you're used to—so many terrible things. Isn't it good, that you never became used to blood?