“I wish you did not have to die.” Here, as always, honesty. Deer heart bared for him to inspect. She is in his bed and freezing cold. She won’t ask him to not die, will not tell him there is another way. Simply her heart, here, it’s hummingbird beat tapping out her manifesto of love and sorrow and grief (and grief and grief and grief and grief and grief)
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The Good Doctor is kind-eyed and soft shouldered, wrapped in cotton and sunshine. The Good Doctor is-- not, is tired and Tired and howling emptiness.
“Do you.” Soft, like mustard gas rolling down a hill. There are things that could happen, would happen, if he survived his Obligations.
He loves her brother more than the reminder of his first, worst failure, more than the taste of her deer heart’s blood. ( Roderick S. Kasun is a menace with a history of unpredictable pranks, of recently divided loyalties. Anything could happen. Anything could happen. )
Here, compassion ( cruelty, cruelty, he knows what kind of thing he is ), his burning hand over hers. He touches her so rarely ( so terribly ). She wishes he did not have to die and he wishes that he did not have to die or had already died or that everything else in the world would go to fill the blackness in his chest.
There is a little time left, still, to be soft.
