[ alisaie hesitates. she's always been very direct, very forward but this.. it feels like willfully breaking his heart, even if she knows it is something she must do. knowing it does not make it easier. for a moment her gaze drops away, and she closes her eyes, tears running silently from her eyes, mingled with blood, staining the pillow a soft powder pink. ]

Will you..

[ her voice is tight, the words stuttering out of her mouth, but she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, pushing forward. ]

When my.. when my brother wakes, will you - will you look out for him? He's a sensitive fool, he'll need someone to.. to..

[ it feels like someone is stepping on her chest, the pressure unbearable - gods, she's so afraid, terror settling into her bones and hooking in. since the beginning she had had a foreboding feeling about all of this, and as the disease progressed her certainty had only grown, but giving voice to it now - that's an entirely different beast. of course she doesn't want to die. but neither does she want to die without saying the things that must be said. her expression tightens, pleading when she looks into his face with tearful eyes. ]

.. please?