[She wasn't even aware that the man she has stopped isn't human... until after she reaches out in her desperation to clutch at anyone in reach, and she felt fur instead of skin. But even with that... even with the nearly angelic, strangely-horned face that comes into view... She doesn't have the time nor the space in her mind to worry or wonder what he is. He is there, he has come closer, leaning over her...
And his hand is gentle on her cheek, where here flesh is cold and clammy.
As if in reaction to his stare, to the unwavering confrontation of his own shard... the blood-red crystal embedded at the base of her throat begins to ooze even more of the black sludge, the excess spilling down her narrow chest to stain her white robe, to stain a hint of a large scar situated just over her heart.]
I'm not afraid...
[Not of dying. She is afraid of living, of what she may do if she lives but forgets what it's like to feel bad about hurting someone, what it feels like to live peacefully, what it feels like to make someone smile.
Her unbroken hand leaves his left to try and reach for him in turn, attempting to curl weakly in his shirt, on his arm. Though her expression is upset, her brow furrowed, her eyes fairly radiating her desperation...
There aren't any tears, as if she simply doesn't quite know how.]
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And his hand is gentle on her cheek, where here flesh is cold and clammy.
As if in reaction to his stare, to the unwavering confrontation of his own shard... the blood-red crystal embedded at the base of her throat begins to ooze even more of the black sludge, the excess spilling down her narrow chest to stain her white robe, to stain a hint of a large scar situated just over her heart.]
I'm not afraid...
[Not of dying. She is afraid of living, of what she may do if she lives but forgets what it's like to feel bad about hurting someone, what it feels like to live peacefully, what it feels like to make someone smile.
Her unbroken hand leaves his left to try and reach for him in turn, attempting to curl weakly in his shirt, on his arm. Though her expression is upset, her brow furrowed, her eyes fairly radiating her desperation...
There aren't any tears, as if she simply doesn't quite know how.]
I promise I'm not... So, please...