[it's a really bad idea. And it's selfish for Tyr too, but if he takes the time to think too hard about any of that, then he'll be the one who gets spooked and runs and - he can't do that. Not when it's . . . whatever this is. Complicated.
Maybe he wants to let himself be selfish for once]
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Maybe he wants to let himself be selfish for once]
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I should . . . get back.
[ he's not moving tho. ]
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[funny, neither is he]
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What are we doing?
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[he faintly shakes his head]
I don't know.
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Does it matter it's called? Whatever it is.
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. . . It should.
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[he also glances down, frowning as his fingers briefly tighten. Then, quietly:]
All I know is that I don't want it to stop.
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And then glances up, looking out at the mist.
fuck it. ]
Neither do I.
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. . . we can figure out the rest as we go.
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He leans to look Crois in the eye, and in a firmer tone:]
We can figure out the rest as we go.
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. . . ha. I'm a real pain in the ass, you know.
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So am I.
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I know what you're like already, Crois.
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I'm pretty confident that I do. Still here, aren't I?
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