Maybe we'll have more chances. It's unpredictable here.
[Which is not something he adores, because it twists what they know to be the steadfast rules of their reality. Life cannot die, death cannot truly live - they are just two halves that slot together, meant to co-exist. When one fails, the other fills in. Falling out of sync here casts shadows on the future, and what that might mean.
If he were to lose Zephir again, even for a matter of days, he might lose it far worse than he did. He wonders what Zephir would do without him. What could Life do, unrestrained, as a true destructive force? Hurricanes? Floods? A garden of sharp edged flowers? What a romantic thought.
He puts both hands to the sides of Zephir's face, and kisses his forehead.]
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[Which is not something he adores, because it twists what they know to be the steadfast rules of their reality. Life cannot die, death cannot truly live - they are just two halves that slot together, meant to co-exist. When one fails, the other fills in. Falling out of sync here casts shadows on the future, and what that might mean.
If he were to lose Zephir again, even for a matter of days, he might lose it far worse than he did. He wonders what Zephir would do without him. What could Life do, unrestrained, as a true destructive force? Hurricanes? Floods? A garden of sharp edged flowers? What a romantic thought.
He puts both hands to the sides of Zephir's face, and kisses his forehead.]
Your next death better be at my hands.