"Forced to remain as you are, if you don't want to find a pile of wasted work in the morning."
It's said lightly, but the smile on her features is a softer answer to his own. A task, a goal to reach for, and something that might keep his mind off death. Something to prove to him that he could do more than just create pain. It would take time, time that he'd have to live with what he feels, time that could in theory hold enough moments to make him want to hang on just a bit longer.
And still, she can't put to words the idea that he'd undertake such a venture just because she asked. For all she's quick to shed favorable words about herself, put them with the others in a chest, she keeps this around her shoulders, pulled tight, getting used to the weight of it. It...might fit, if she gives it some time.
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It's said lightly, but the smile on her features is a softer answer to his own. A task, a goal to reach for, and something that might keep his mind off death. Something to prove to him that he could do more than just create pain. It would take time, time that he'd have to live with what he feels, time that could in theory hold enough moments to make him want to hang on just a bit longer.
And still, she can't put to words the idea that he'd undertake such a venture just because she asked. For all she's quick to shed favorable words about herself, put them with the others in a chest, she keeps this around her shoulders, pulled tight, getting used to the weight of it. It...might fit, if she gives it some time.