Then...we should leave. [ She pushes herself to her feet. There is no sense of physical pain here, only the ever pressing exhaustion and guilt. Who is that? What is that? She doesn't want to look too closely at anything but Shinjiro. She holds out a hand to take his] Together. [ The rotting scent mingles with the scent of a salt flat, crystals ringing gently]
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Date: 2025-11-28 07:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-12-04 07:45 am (UTC)The smell of rot mingles with the iron tinge of blood. He's heard this all before. ]
I couldn't leave if I tried.
[ Something brushes their ankles, waxy and cold. Finger-like. If they don't look, maybe the hands will disappear. ]
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Date: 2025-12-04 10:51 am (UTC)[She shudders, and without waiting, takes Shinjiro's hands in her own]
You'll leave me here to fight on my own?
[if it is guilt Shinjiro is suffering from, she can weaponise an entirely different form if it means she can pull him out of this mire]