(She can't believe she's losing him like this, so simply, too quickly. Yasha has always regretted not being at the fight with Lorenzo to stop him from delivering his killing blow, and that she had to learn of Molly's death in retrospect. But now she's here, standing in front of Molly and seeing the hypothetical glaive position itself directly above his heart and she still can't do anything to stop it. He's going to die, again, and she'll be back to wandering, listening and waiting for thunder to tell her what to do next.
She wants to grab his hand and hold it against her face but she doesn't, for fear of pulling him in closer and never letting go. She has her pride, after all, but oh. It's hard to keep to it in the face of this.)
... Please, (she tries, and her voice lowers, half-stoppered by the lump in her throat,) don't go. You... have to let me try to save you.
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(She can't believe she's losing him like this, so simply, too quickly. Yasha has always regretted not being at the fight with Lorenzo to stop him from delivering his killing blow, and that she had to learn of Molly's death in retrospect. But now she's here, standing in front of Molly and seeing the hypothetical glaive position itself directly above his heart and she still can't do anything to stop it. He's going to die, again, and she'll be back to wandering, listening and waiting for thunder to tell her what to do next.
She wants to grab his hand and hold it against her face but she doesn't, for fear of pulling him in closer and never letting go. She has her pride, after all, but oh. It's hard to keep to it in the face of this.)
... Please, (she tries, and her voice lowers, half-stoppered by the lump in her throat,) don't go. You... have to let me try to save you.