[Yona's eyes lock on the vial for a few long moments, and she swallows hard. If he's telling the truth, then it really will make this easier, won't it?
No. [It's nothing like that, not really.] I wanted to give it to you to keep you safe in case something else happened to you. I didn't think it would be me when I initially made the thing.
[How much she wants to believe that he's telling the truth is written all over her face. She takes a shaky breath and reaches out for the vial, her fingertips brushing against his before she takes it and uncaps it.
One more second to consider it, and then she brings it to her lips and chugs it with one gulp.]
[It should begin to work in ten seconds, maybe less. He tested it and reworked it and made sure it was perfect. He just never thought it would be used like this. He watches her, dagger dropping out of his sleeve and into his hand as he takes a deep breath.]
...I'll do everything I can to bring you back after this. I promise.
[It's all he says before he approaches, taking her by the arm to hold her still before it's a swift and steady stab to the chest.]
[It doesn't hurt. Hiro's concoction does its job well. It's not pain that causes Yona's breath to catch, and it's not pain that causes her to cry. It's the knowledge that there really isn't anything either of them can do to change this outcome that hurts the most.
There's something really terrifying about looking down and seeing her blood spilling out over the dagger, something distinctly wrong about her blood on his hands.]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[Those are some pretty terrible last words.
Unfortunately, since she's gone numb, she doesn't realize that they will be her last words until they're out - and until, a moment later, she goes limp.]
I can't afford not to keep this one. [It's whispered, maybe, and he doesn't try to get her to talk any more than that. Her blood flows over his hand and down the dagger and he's excited the potion worked even if the act fills his stomach with dread.
He knows what will happen next. He'll receive a coin. He'll receive a wish. He'll have completed his objective and played right into the game. But in the end...he had to convince himself it would be worth it.
Maybe someday he'll believe it.
She goes limp in his arms and he chokes on a sob, letting the knife drop instead of her body and holding her up to continue looking at her. After a few moments, he sinks to the ground with her, sitting in the dirt and ignoring the way the blood smears over his clothes and his hands.
Who cares anymore. He did his part...let them come and find him.]
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grimmadventures2018-07-31 08:29 pm
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I made something in the lab a week or two ago. It should help make everything go numb so you can't feel anything at all.
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...but, on the other hand...]
You've been planning this for that long...?
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One more second to consider it, and then she brings it to her lips and chugs it with one gulp.]
...make it quick, please.
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...I'll do everything I can to bring you back after this. I promise.
[It's all he says before he approaches, taking her by the arm to hold her still before it's a swift and steady stab to the chest.]
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[It doesn't hurt. Hiro's concoction does its job well. It's not pain that causes Yona's breath to catch, and it's not pain that causes her to cry. It's the knowledge that there really isn't anything either of them can do to change this outcome that hurts the most.
There's something really terrifying about looking down and seeing her blood spilling out over the dagger, something distinctly wrong about her blood on his hands.]
Don't make promises you can't keep.
[Those are some pretty terrible last words.
Unfortunately, since she's gone numb, she doesn't realize that they will be her last words until they're out - and until, a moment later, she goes limp.]
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He knows what will happen next. He'll receive a coin. He'll receive a wish. He'll have completed his objective and played right into the game. But in the end...he had to convince himself it would be worth it.
Maybe someday he'll believe it.
She goes limp in his arms and he chokes on a sob, letting the knife drop instead of her body and holding her up to continue looking at her. After a few moments, he sinks to the ground with her, sitting in the dirt and ignoring the way the blood smears over his clothes and his hands.
Who cares anymore. He did his part...let them come and find him.]