[ .... this is fine. he just lets this happen, taking a shaky breath as he hacks up a last handful of flowers - plum, olive, azure blue - really the first large attack of this he's had all week long.
vax wipes his mouth afterwards, and eventually says, quietly: ] ... she thought she had me.
he's careful when brushing some stray petals away from his lap and his shirt, not missing the color at all. he just places a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. ]
You were probably real enough where they went... she's back with us now. [ he knows it doesn't mean much. ] Look at me.
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wipe some of the blood with a handkerchief quietly. whatever, man. this is fine. ]
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vax wipes his mouth afterwards, and eventually says, quietly: ] ... she thought she had me.
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he's careful when brushing some stray petals away from his lap and his shirt, not missing the color at all. he just places a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. ]
You were probably real enough where they went... she's back with us now. [ he knows it doesn't mean much. ] Look at me.
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after a long moment, he does. mouth drawn into a thin line, brows knit together, just - rattled, rattled like he was in the sunken tomb.
...but looking, nonetheless. ]
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and squeezes them very gently. ]
You really do get around in these adventures, Vax'ildan...