[She will get right on that when she's not turning into a fucking cannibal monster thank you Christopher.
He's not wrong, though. She is scared. But her fear isn't winning out. If it were, she'd be able to tell him what she should say. We have to run to the temple, we have to run because I am losing and I will not fucking lose do you understand me.
But his pulse-- she can feel his pulse beneath her fingers. She can't see him very well anymore, but she has him. He's not going anywhere now.
She drags her thumb along the back of his palm, the sharpening point of the finger catching a little on the skin but not enough to break it.
When she speaks again, her voice is a strained, raspy whisper. She wants to say yes, but that would be a lie, and even now, she dishes out the truth like it's her job.]
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He's not wrong, though. She is scared. But her fear isn't winning out. If it were, she'd be able to tell him what she should say. We have to run to the temple, we have to run because I am losing and I will not fucking lose do you understand me.
But his pulse-- she can feel his pulse beneath her fingers. She can't see him very well anymore, but she has him. He's not going anywhere now.
She drags her thumb along the back of his palm, the sharpening point of the finger catching a little on the skin but not enough to break it.
When she speaks again, her voice is a strained, raspy whisper. She wants to say yes, but that would be a lie, and even now, she dishes out the truth like it's her job.]
I'm hungry.