[she can hear asch's voice. that's good. he's still here--..selfish but so much relief. her lips twitch even as her head lolls into the grass. my friend, it's thought wistfully even as her eyelids flicker open once, then close.
asch is asking something of her but it's not even something she can give and she's sorry. it's just silence and birds chirping on her end. and blood, always blood.]
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asch is asking something of her but it's not even something she can give and she's sorry. it's just silence and birds chirping on her end. and blood, always blood.]