Those words are rarer in Kate's life than she realises before they're said. It's a punch to the gut. So much between herself and Marc had been unspoken, and that spiralled out into everything else. She lost the ability to say those sorts of things to anyone, and in turn, they didn't say them to her. Faith did, but she said them to everyone. It took most of a decade for them to even say they were best friends - took Kate dying in a city they should never have been in in the first place.
Hearing it from Glacius is one thing. Hearing is from Carlisle, who for so long had prefaced all his arguments with how it would hurt Glacius' feelings, is another thing entirely. One that's enough to stun Kate into silence, into stillness. Something different from the usual stillness of a viper about to strike, or a cat stalking its prey; this is like a person frozen by powers and magic.
With nothing more than a few words.
The storm continues to bluster outside, battering the building and howling, ringing in her ears. It takes the crash of something against the door to finally snap her out of the speechlessness, and then only to say; )
I'm not letting you die, Carlisle.
( It's true, she has no idea how to fight this kind of death. It can't be fought by weapons and claws, and his world and the rules of it are nothing like her own, or Hadriel's. But she has to figure out some way of keeping him alive.
He's become too important to her to simply give up. )
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Those words are rarer in Kate's life than she realises before they're said. It's a punch to the gut. So much between herself and Marc had been unspoken, and that spiralled out into everything else. She lost the ability to say those sorts of things to anyone, and in turn, they didn't say them to her. Faith did, but she said them to everyone. It took most of a decade for them to even say they were best friends - took Kate dying in a city they should never have been in in the first place.
Hearing it from Glacius is one thing. Hearing is from Carlisle, who for so long had prefaced all his arguments with how it would hurt Glacius' feelings, is another thing entirely. One that's enough to stun Kate into silence, into stillness. Something different from the usual stillness of a viper about to strike, or a cat stalking its prey; this is like a person frozen by powers and magic.
With nothing more than a few words.
The storm continues to bluster outside, battering the building and howling, ringing in her ears. It takes the crash of something against the door to finally snap her out of the speechlessness, and then only to say; )
I'm not letting you die, Carlisle.
( It's true, she has no idea how to fight this kind of death. It can't be fought by weapons and claws, and his world and the rules of it are nothing like her own, or Hadriel's. But she has to figure out some way of keeping him alive.
He's become too important to her to simply give up. )