[He can't...really believe her, even as she holds him. Even as she touches her cheek against him, he cannot understand why something so alive would not eventually walk away from what is dead. And there is nothing in him that can say that.
Another whimper sits in his throat. Instead, he pushes it down and away.]
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Another whimper sits in his throat. Instead, he pushes it down and away.]
...Yeah, you said that. I'm sorry.