[It didn't need his help. Except, apparently... perhaps it did. But it tilts its head at him, a flushed, dizzy kind of annoyance growing across its face.
It sighs, leaning in to press its forehead against his-- one of those gestures born of the Bond, a drive for closeness that it has no strength to resist in this moment.]
Had you come, he... you would have just died with me. It wouldn't... help anyone.
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[It didn't need his help. Except, apparently... perhaps it did. But it tilts its head at him, a flushed, dizzy kind of annoyance growing across its face.
It sighs, leaning in to press its forehead against his-- one of those gestures born of the Bond, a drive for closeness that it has no strength to resist in this moment.]
Had you come, he... you would have just died with me. It wouldn't... help anyone.