[ at first she's surprised by his outburst and subsequent complete refusal of her request, but then she supposes it's not surprising at all. of course he still believes. and alisaie - she wants to believe too, still clings to the thinnest thread of hope but she's too rational to rely on it, to depend on it. he has watched her deteriorate but he cannot know how it feels, how every breath is a struggle, the weakness that makes her bones feel leaden, the pain that worsens by day and the fracturing of her mind - she can feel herself dying, her body fighting a doomed war and rapidly losing ground every day. there is only so long it can keep up. she is not a god, only a girl.
with a sharp breath she looks away, for the moment at a loss for words. there will be no convincing him, she knows, and she wants to believe it as well, but to die without having said what's in her heart.. gods, she cannot risk that. she cannot take the chance that she might leave this world without saying the important things.
but she won't press the issue. in the end she knows that, even though he is refusing her, if it comes to it he will do as she's asked. he's too kind, too sweet to ignore her last requests when faced with it, and should her brother awaken alone she has every confidence that prompto will befriend him, protect him.. console him. swallowing the knot in her throat, alisaie squeezes his hand again, lifting it to her face to press soft kisses to his knuckles. ]
I love you.
[ her heart is cracking, and so is his, but she must not stop. ]
I love you so, so very much. Without you here.. I would have been lost. Please know that I - I think the world of you. I have never known anyone so kind, so deserving of happiness.
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[ at first she's surprised by his outburst and subsequent complete refusal of her request, but then she supposes it's not surprising at all. of course he still believes. and alisaie - she wants to believe too, still clings to the thinnest thread of hope but she's too rational to rely on it, to depend on it. he has watched her deteriorate but he cannot know how it feels, how every breath is a struggle, the weakness that makes her bones feel leaden, the pain that worsens by day and the fracturing of her mind - she can feel herself dying, her body fighting a doomed war and rapidly losing ground every day. there is only so long it can keep up. she is not a god, only a girl.
with a sharp breath she looks away, for the moment at a loss for words. there will be no convincing him, she knows, and she wants to believe it as well, but to die without having said what's in her heart.. gods, she cannot risk that. she cannot take the chance that she might leave this world without saying the important things.
but she won't press the issue. in the end she knows that, even though he is refusing her, if it comes to it he will do as she's asked. he's too kind, too sweet to ignore her last requests when faced with it, and should her brother awaken alone she has every confidence that prompto will befriend him, protect him.. console him. swallowing the knot in her throat, alisaie squeezes his hand again, lifting it to her face to press soft kisses to his knuckles. ]
I love you.
[ her heart is cracking, and so is his, but she must not stop. ]
I love you so, so very much. Without you here.. I would have been lost. Please know that I - I think the world of you. I have never known anyone so kind, so deserving of happiness.