[ she was with him. she remembers being with him, sitting next to the body, arms folded over her knees. she remembers how it smelled. how it took days for that smell to go away because the ashen pieces of him—it wasn't him, she knows that now—had clung to the smoke in her nostrils and lived there for a while, even after she bathed.
it takes everything she has not to scream. but she is well-practiced at leaving her body when she wants to scream. at deadening herself to the loathsome creature in front of her. she doesn't know if it's better or worse, having stephen in her head instead of there, looming. ]
[ The huff of air as it winds him is audible over their connection, heard and transmitted as the sudden cold finality of her statement strips him briefly of control. Then there's silence as he sits with it. Feels it seep into him. Reality sealing shut. ]
They'll come back. [ He says, quiet, like a child pleading with reasoning that misses all the points. ] I didn't damage them so badly that they won't come back.
[ He can't stop trying, clutching desperately at straws. Even though it's too late. Even though there was never any hope. She's been gone the whole time. ]
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[ she won't be that stupid again. won't let herself trust again, when all she knew about him was the person that he wasn't, the one in the void.
when she'd had no choice but to need someone, he'd breathed life back into her. and again, he'd woken her. just like aboard the going merry, she'd gotten too comfortable with the lure of companionship.
she'd forgotten that she's not made for that kind of thing. that she can't just have people. that she is alone, that she can't afford to need anyone. ]
He feels as the loss hits the torrent of his thoughts, a block to drown him with, grief and panic raising like solid walls around the site of impact as the cacophony in his head howls on. Once it hits, once those wall-like waves of dread caught in temporary suspension succumb to internal gravity and come back down on him—
No.
No. He won't allow it. He is not alone - he has high purpose. And gravity means nothing to him. ]
You won't have to.
[ With that, threat and promise carved in ice, Stephen's gone too. ]
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I want you with me, Nami. I want you with me.
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it takes everything she has not to scream. but she is well-practiced at leaving her body when she wants to scream. at deadening herself to the loathsome creature in front of her. she doesn't know if it's better or worse, having stephen in her head instead of there, looming. ]
Then you should have died.
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They'll come back. [ He says, quiet, like a child pleading with reasoning that misses all the points. ] I didn't damage them so badly that they won't come back.
[ He can't stop trying, clutching desperately at straws. Even though it's too late. Even though there was never any hope. She's been gone the whole time. ]
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[ she won't be that stupid again. won't let herself trust again, when all she knew about him was the person that he wasn't, the one in the void.
when she'd had no choice but to need someone, he'd breathed life back into her. and again, he'd woken her. just like aboard the going merry, she'd gotten too comfortable with the lure of companionship.
she'd forgotten that she's not made for that kind of thing. that she can't just have people. that she is alone, that she can't afford to need anyone. ]
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He feels as the loss hits the torrent of his thoughts, a block to drown him with, grief and panic raising like solid walls around the site of impact as the cacophony in his head howls on. Once it hits, once those wall-like waves of dread caught in temporary suspension succumb to internal gravity and come back down on him—
No.
No. He won't allow it. He is not alone - he has high purpose. And gravity means nothing to him. ]
You won't have to.
[ With that, threat and promise carved in ice, Stephen's gone too. ]