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[ Ashton has no clue what to make of those looks. Were they apologizing? He... can't blame her for this; she was nowhere nearby when it happened. She didn't push him, or goad him, or distract him. This was all his own doing.
Still, there was something vaguely like hatred for her in this moment. It's like she owes him something, but he can't figure out what that was. She was sitting right there, holding on to him, talking to him and not helping him.
For all the taunting and teasing that she subjected him to, was she really just going to let him... die? ] Diva...
[ Mustering up whatever determination he has left, Ashton brings up his other hand to rest on hers, staining it further. His gaze is uncharacteristically sharp as he meets her gaze, and even if his voice is weak, it is sincere. ] Please.