[A swallow, and a deep breath.... The smile's back on, even if she's trembling faintly. If he puts his hand on her shoulder, she'll put her other one on top of it]
O-Okay... I'm ready. Let's do this.
[Just hang on a little longer, it's almost over...]
[[He moves that hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, taking hers with it. It's far from a comforting caress, meant to hold her head steady while he bleeds her out, but it's about all he can offer. He doesn't meet her eyes, tries to stay out of her line of sight.
His grip on the quill is firm. She's terrified, and he can feel it from this close. Of course she is... but he can do this. He has to do this, before they find out what the Echo has in store. He's not shaking at all.]
Don't apologize. [ he should. ]
You'll see everyone again soon.
[The edge of the nib touches her throat, and with one swift motion, severs the artery.]
[She keeps smiling, even when he grips her neck. She tightens her own grip on the quill, though from this angle, she isn't sure exactly what that's going to do. Her eyes feel hot, so she squeezes them shut just as the nib touches her throat, willing herself to stay calm. She's had worse before. She can't cry at this. She can't lose it here, it's almost over-]
[And then it's moving. When he moves it, she puts all her strength behind it, too. Though if that even does anything, it probably just makes it messier. But she doesn't shed a tear, or make a sound. She jerks involuntarily as the blood starts to spray, but keeps her eyes squeezed shut, using all of her willpower to keep from jerking too much, quiet, from trying to scream. She's done this before, after all]
[Her hands lose grip and slip down. Fifteen, maybe twenty seconds later, her body finally goes limp.]
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O-Okay... I'm ready. Let's do this.
[Just hang on a little longer, it's almost over...]
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His grip on the quill is firm. She's terrified, and he can feel it from this close. Of course she is... but he can do this. He has to do this, before they find out what the Echo has in store. He's not shaking at all.]
Don't apologize. [ he should. ]
You'll see everyone again soon.
[The edge of the nib touches her throat, and with one swift motion, severs the artery.]
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[She keeps smiling, even when he grips her neck. She tightens her own grip on the quill, though from this angle, she isn't sure exactly what that's going to do. Her eyes feel hot, so she squeezes them shut just as the nib touches her throat, willing herself to stay calm. She's had worse before. She can't cry at this. She can't lose it here, it's almost over-]
[And then it's moving. When he moves it, she puts all her strength behind it, too. Though if that even does anything, it probably just makes it messier. But she doesn't shed a tear, or make a sound. She jerks involuntarily as the blood starts to spray, but keeps her eyes squeezed shut, using all of her willpower to keep from jerking too much, quiet, from trying to scream. She's done this before, after all]
[Her hands lose grip and slip down. Fifteen, maybe twenty seconds later, her body finally goes limp.]
[EVENINGSTAR OUTIES]