[ -- It isn't. He goes rigid the minute she does, but he lets her. A guttering flame to a strong breeze and he did not quite think he missed ( but he did ) what he had lost. He has not stopped missing and the world lost some shade he cannot recreate. This is not what he wants, it's an imitation and he's full of empty spaces that crave something similar, but he cannot stand it.
( It's defiling of a memory he needs to keep pure, only way, only way to keep breathing. ) ]
No. [ and he snatched her wrist up. Pulling it off in a tight grip. ] What I had you cannot replace. [ He puts her hand away from him, drops it like it burns him. ] I'd ask you to not try.
[ She doesn't flinch, her arm loose as he pushes it away. All she really does is shake out her hand snidely before setting it over the curve of her knee. ]
You're obsessed. [ She knows that feeling. Does that count as empathy? ] I like it.
[ She pushes to her feet, stretching lazily as if this entire conversation did not happen, and she is merely cooling down from her run. ]
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( It's defiling of a memory he needs to keep pure, only way, only way to keep breathing. ) ]
No. [ and he snatched her wrist up. Pulling it off in a tight grip. ] What I had you cannot replace. [ He puts her hand away from him, drops it like it burns him. ] I'd ask you to not try.
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You're obsessed. [ She knows that feeling. Does that count as empathy? ] I like it.
[ She pushes to her feet, stretching lazily as if this entire conversation did not happen, and she is merely cooling down from her run. ]
I'll see you around, Corvo.
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god what a creep she is....]