[ She winces--partly from seeing how terrible a shape he's in, partly from the fact that she's hurting badly--when she looks at him. His shoulder is wrecked, and she can sort of feel his pain... quite literally.
It's a lot harder to block out others' emotions when she's in so much pain. ]
Yeah, [ she says, voice impossibly hoarse. And I don't know how much time I have left, she thinks. ] Would you... join me?
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It's a lot harder to block out others' emotions when she's in so much pain. ]
Yeah, [ she says, voice impossibly hoarse. And I don't know how much time I have left, she thinks. ] Would you... join me?
[ She could use the company. ]