I'm here to make sure we all get out of here. To help us all get home.
[That's how he's lived up to this point; because his life was spared, and he's somehow expected to live on. He has. He's also slowly accepting the encroaching death advancing on them, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Death awaits each of them here, watching them through the eyes of those still walking but no longer here.
(It watches them through the walls, sometimes, from the wood and the water and reaches out fingers from the air to close over their hearts. Slowly, slowly.)
But he's not really pushing; he's offering. It'll still be on the table after they both leave the room, and on down the road until it's not needed anymore.]
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[That's how he's lived up to this point; because his life was spared, and he's somehow expected to live on. He has. He's also slowly accepting the encroaching death advancing on them, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Death awaits each of them here, watching them through the eyes of those still walking but no longer here.
(It watches them through the walls, sometimes, from the wood and the water and reaches out fingers from the air to close over their hearts. Slowly, slowly.)
But he's not really pushing; he's offering. It'll still be on the table after they both leave the room, and on down the road until it's not needed anymore.]