“It’s nothing.” That was a lie, it was anything but nothing. There was a pause, as her desire – her NEED – to talk about it, to at least make the pointless attempt to somehow talk her way through everything, and her fierce determination to protect him from this tangled in her chest. “I broke the news of my death to you badly. I cannot – WILL not – burden you with this. It isn’t something you should have to bear.” He would live through it soon enough, upon his return to their world.
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