[ the yawning maw of darkness just beyond Amos - something he regards so calmly despite the way it continues to whisper, trying to fold the both of them in a feeling of emptiness tickling at the fringes of her mind - seems... inviting. familiar.
maybe it's because everything it tells her are the things she already tells herself. maybe it's coming in a voice she already knows, hears on the regular, too. maybe, just maybe, it seems far more where she belongs than the distant haze of light in the other direction. ]
I... I don't know.
[ should she? should she trust him? no, maybe the point is that she can't - but it doesn't matter either way because they'll end up at the same place regardless.
...so despite her earlier reservation, Jinx looks up into his face - she isn't weak. she isn't afraid - and puts her hand in his. ]
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maybe it's because everything it tells her are the things she already tells herself. maybe it's coming in a voice she already knows, hears on the regular, too. maybe, just maybe, it seems far more where she belongs than the distant haze of light in the other direction. ]
I... I don't know.
[ should she? should she trust him? no, maybe the point is that she can't - but it doesn't matter either way because they'll end up at the same place regardless.
...so despite her earlier reservation, Jinx looks up into his face - she isn't weak. she isn't afraid - and puts her hand in his. ]