[It is every detail like he's ever dreamed it - how Sullivan knows the steps, yet it's applied to an unkillable force. Just like Sullivan will never blossom, Zephir should never die and yet he did. He became human, he faced down his mortality and took it into his own hands to experience what it was to expire.
And Sullivan felt none of it. Experienced not one second.
He breathes in deep, frustration in his veins as he looks into Zephir's eyes - far beyond the black of his pupils, into the abyss behind them. He submerges himself inside that space, hoping to pick paint chips off the wall with but a taste of what it was like. He can drink the feeling of death that clings to Zephir off of him, but he'll never know that moment. He still feels that's cruel. Not Zephir's doing, but - the universe's.]
I want to have been there. I want to have felt that. To take you, to cherish the impossible.
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And Sullivan felt none of it. Experienced not one second.
He breathes in deep, frustration in his veins as he looks into Zephir's eyes - far beyond the black of his pupils, into the abyss behind them. He submerges himself inside that space, hoping to pick paint chips off the wall with but a taste of what it was like. He can drink the feeling of death that clings to Zephir off of him, but he'll never know that moment. He still feels that's cruel. Not Zephir's doing, but - the universe's.]
I want to have been there. I want to have felt that. To take you, to cherish the impossible.