[Poor thing—still struggling to cling to all of this worthless mess to the point it's causing her physical strain. The shade's expression turns to one of clear worry, wishing he could take that pain away, too. In time, maybe, in time...]
Oh, my dear. You don't have to force yourself.
[He shifts, leaning to try to put himself in a more comforting position, not quite looming over her the way he naturally does. There's a hole in the street where his "feet" once were.]
If I promise to make sure they're not harmed, would that help?
[ The girl is quiet. It seems like she's contemplating it.
But mid-contemplation something else strikes her. Maybe it's since she's looking down, seeing the weird mark on the street.
Even if she's having a hard time thinking about herself right now, or about her own actions, it seems like she's still capable of thinking about something else. Someone else. ]
Were you harmed?
[ She doesn't mean to ask harmed, but with her brain as messed up as it is in this moment, her first instinct is to echo back a word she just heard. ]
[He puts on what he hopes is a reassuring smile, even if it's at odds with his transformation's appearance. He's still cognizant enough to be aware of that to some extent, and know that Ange must be referring to it. But as for him, he can only consider it as... almost a relief.]
No. It didn't hurt. I just realized I can finally let go, that's all. We all can.
[ There's that little pause, like everything he's saying right now is giving her a lot of cause to think.
But a statement like that especially. Ange kind of looks like she's trying to figure it out herself, but gives up and asks him instead in the face of her own foggy brain and the myriad of possible answers. ]
[He's been clinging so hard to an existence that only ever caused him misery. It can be over now—he just has to accept that. If she can accept it too, it would put him even more at ease.]
Instead of struggling through all of the pain and worry and uncertainty. We can escape it.
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Oh, my dear. You don't have to force yourself.
[He shifts, leaning to try to put himself in a more comforting position, not quite looming over her the way he naturally does. There's a hole in the street where his "feet" once were.]
If I promise to make sure they're not harmed, would that help?
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But mid-contemplation something else strikes her. Maybe it's since she's looking down, seeing the weird mark on the street.
Even if she's having a hard time thinking about herself right now, or about her own actions, it seems like she's still capable of thinking about something else. Someone else. ]
Were you harmed?
[ She doesn't mean to ask harmed, but with her brain as messed up as it is in this moment, her first instinct is to echo back a word she just heard. ]
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No. It didn't hurt. I just realized I can finally let go, that's all. We all can.
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[ There's that little pause, like everything he's saying right now is giving her a lot of cause to think.
But a statement like that especially. Ange kind of looks like she's trying to figure it out herself, but gives up and asks him instead in the face of her own foggy brain and the myriad of possible answers. ]
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[He's been clinging so hard to an existence that only ever caused him misery. It can be over now—he just has to accept that. If she can accept it too, it would put him even more at ease.]
Instead of struggling through all of the pain and worry and uncertainty. We can escape it.