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Zelgadis Greywars (

_incurable) wrote in

[His logical mind would normally be scrolling through possibilities now, devising a potential solution for each, how to enact it, what he'd need to begin. His mouth world form a determined line, shoulders squared, unwilling to consider anything but grinding out an eventual success.]

[But instead, all he can focus on is her transparent hand covering his. The spark of warmth he should receive from her touch is instead an icy brick that thuds oppressively inside him. Saber should hate him for what he's done to her, but --]

[-- she's comforting him. After everything he did, how callously he acted, after he shoved her away and sought comfort with someone else...]

[Reeling like he is, there's no hope of speaking, averting his eyes, pulling his hand from hers so he won't have to feel the total absence where her touch would be. Not since he was told his quest for a cure was a hopeless has he felt so lost; he doesn't even recognize the very unfamiliar sensation of tears flowing down his cheeks, dripping from his chin.]

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