15th metal . private messages
[ Private to Chris ]
Do I have to kill him?
[ Guess who just woke up and saw the kerfuffle. Zero to rage in thirty-one seconds. ]
[ Private to Cassel ]
Are you well enough to make metals? Because if so, I'm going to ask for pewter, iron and steel.
If not...
[ He doesn't finish that. ]
Do I have to kill him?
[ Guess who just woke up and saw the kerfuffle. Zero to rage in thirty-one seconds. ]
[ Private to Cassel ]
Are you well enough to make metals? Because if so, I'm going to ask for pewter, iron and steel.
If not...
[ He doesn't finish that. ]
spam!!
[He's pathetic. He is. But he can't care about that right now. His brother's back. Here. With him.]
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I'm sorry. I don't know how else to love you. [ - whispered. ]
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Like this. [He speaks, muffled and teary, into Zane's shirt.] This is how you love me.
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I'm not going anywhere.
[ But every time he blinks he sees Harvey torn limb from limb. He needs it, an aching, furious beat in his veins. For once, he and the remnant of the voice are in perfect harmony. ]
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[He believes. He trusts. Zane listened. He'd thought he wasn't listening, but here he is.]
[In the end, he manages to calm down. This is what he needed, he thinks, to be able to break down safely. To let go for a few minutes. To feel all of it, and then be drained.]
[His hands loosen in Zane's shirt.]
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I'm sorry I wasn't there.
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It's okay. You're here now.
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But he will stay. Here. Physically. He won't let himself move. ]
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[A few more heartbeats of quiet.]
I love you.
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I'll listen to you. I promise.
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I just don't want to have to fall apart anymore.
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[Then he closes it, lips tight.]
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[Almost inaudible. Pleading. Don't.]
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[He's clinging to this certainty fiercely. If he lets go, he has to let go of everything.]
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He's being the part of me that - pities himself. And I don't like that part very much.
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I'm angry.
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But - Kon's going to help, I think. He said he'd ask the Admiral for some of my work back.
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