[Gently shifts her grip from his wrists to his hands.]
You can. There is always something worth living for. Kin and clan, the open sky, winding streets you've never walked before, the click of a lock first opened, foods you've yet to taste, friends you've met to meet . . .
[But she cuts herself off as water begins to bubble up through the seemingly solid floor. TIME'S UP. Spark will know with instinctive surety that he'll be able to breathe just fine, even when the room is completely flooded; Nalea, on the other hand, will be doomed to drown.]
[She's having feelings too. Feelings of mounting panic, panic that makes her hands shake badly as they clutch at his shirt.]
V—Vanessa! What is he still doing here?! Y-You said only one—!
[If she's to drown at least let her be the only one except, by the gods, she really does not want to drown, oh gods oh gods she shouldn't have smashed that vial of poison except she'd never wanted to die that way either]
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Nalea--
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. . . I know. I know.
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I. . . can't. I can't.
[closes his eyes tightly]
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You can. There is always something worth living for. Kin and clan, the open sky, winding streets you've never walked before, the click of a lock first opened, foods you've yet to taste, friends you've met to meet . . .
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[. . . this desperate, helpless note in his voice is very unfamiliar]
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. . . They're not. But, Khoalan, you're strong enough to walk without me, until we can meet again.
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[it's so hard for him to say these words. he's never been one to beg, to cry, to let emotion overwhelm him. but the mere thought. . .]
[the mere thought that he wasn't able to protect her]
. . . Nalea, don't make me live without you.
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[no no no if he's crying it's going to make her cry. Sucks in a deep breath to try to stave it off.]
Please. Promise me.
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[he threads his fingers through her hair, curling them against her scalp]
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[But she cuts herself off as water begins to bubble up through the seemingly solid floor. TIME'S UP. Spark will know with instinctive surety that he'll be able to breathe just fine, even when the room is completely flooded; Nalea, on the other hand, will be doomed to drown.]
[Which is pretty rad for an aquaphobic.]
W-What . . . ?! No! Not like this!
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[clinging to her even more tightly, burying his face into her shoulder. HE'S STILL HAVING FEELINGS OVER THIS OKAY. . .]
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[HE CAN HAVE FEELINGS.]
[She's having feelings too. Feelings of mounting panic, panic that makes her hands shake badly as they clutch at his shirt.]
V—Vanessa! What is he still doing here?! Y-You said only one—!
[If she's to drown at least let her be the only one except, by the gods, she really does not want to drown, oh gods oh gods she shouldn't have smashed that vial of poison except she'd never wanted to die that way either]
[Vanessa, of course, does not deign to respond.]