[ there's a wound on her leg, staining his sleeve a darker black, that attests to how true that is. she sympathizes.
would it scar, now that the sin's power wasn't coming to her? the implications are dizzying.
she squints against the fog, searching out signs of the library, but — really, she's depending on him right now. his night vision, his strength to bear her. it makes her queasy, how useless she is, and she doesn't know what to do with the fact that he's helping her along anyway. ]
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[ there's a wound on her leg, staining his sleeve a darker black, that attests to how true that is. she sympathizes.
would it scar, now that the sin's power wasn't coming to her? the implications are dizzying.
she squints against the fog, searching out signs of the library, but — really, she's depending on him right now. his night vision, his strength to bear her. it makes her queasy, how useless she is, and she doesn't know what to do with the fact that he's helping her along anyway. ]