LUCA COLLINSWORTH.
not her. there’s something in his head, something clawing at the calm haze, screaming under his skin. not. her. “i can’t-” he shakes his head vehemently, words forcing themselves through gritted teeth. “i have to, i have to finish what i started-” luca hisses, ocean hues darting between the blood on his hands and the girl before him. “tessa, you have to understand this must be done-”
one more step. “ no, ” words started to leave her mouth, desperate for him to understand. “ this. is. not. you. ” another step. “ you almost killed your sister, attacked people, for what ? for what, luca ? ” a single tear streamed down her face as she was finally close enough enough to look into his eyes, and hope to find her parabatai somewhere inside there. “ these are not your beliefs, it’s not your purpose. whatever voice that tells you that it must be done that voice doesn’t belong to you. please, luca. i’m your parabatai, you know you can always trust me. you... you always did trust me now, too. trust that i can help you. ”











