"It wouldn't be good for you. It would be good for me."
She won't try and scare him. Instead, the look on her face grows distant, pensive, a little dreamy. Recalling something beautiful, a true vision in her life, something that for all the growth and removal in her still aches in phantom pains. It would still be everything. It always will be.
"It would bring me bliss the type of which few people are privileged to know. Finally, finally being satiated after so very long. I know it still, I feel its ghost in my mind. I recall its sweet scent, the way everything just makes sense in its embrace." One short exhale. "I would be able to endure this trial and refuse to give our host what he wants. But it's not to be. I refuse, even knowing all this."
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She won't try and scare him. Instead, the look on her face grows distant, pensive, a little dreamy. Recalling something beautiful, a true vision in her life, something that for all the growth and removal in her still aches in phantom pains. It would still be everything. It always will be.
"It would bring me bliss the type of which few people are privileged to know. Finally, finally being satiated after so very long. I know it still, I feel its ghost in my mind. I recall its sweet scent, the way everything just makes sense in its embrace." One short exhale. "I would be able to endure this trial and refuse to give our host what he wants. But it's not to be. I refuse, even knowing all this."