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It's a request he doesn't expect — sweet, innocent Korei, who needs protection like all wolves need air to live, who could never last on her own. She wants to leave. With him. It's a strange feeling, bittersweet and beautiful and aching — to know she loves him so much she'd follow him blindly into the unknown, even knowing all that he does and all that he is. Even knowing him to be a liar, a coward, a selfish wrecking ball of emotion — a murderer, too, on top of it all.
Alright, He almost chokes on the word, registering belatedly the name hanging unspoken at the end of her sentence. Like Lennon. No — no, he is not Lennon. He won't be Lennon. Alright. I — are you sure, Korei? Are you really sure? His eyes feel hot and swollen, but no tears come; they haven't come for awhile, now.