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dwin's spectacularly stated sentiment drew a rasp of agreeing laughter from teya. "yes," she answered, happy for no platitudes, for no well-wishing. she had no idea what she was going to do. she couldn't leave. she couldn't follow him into memories. she had to stay alive, and what was more, had to stay present.
and she couldn't even blame him for dying, much as she never wanted to do that. the pain needed to go somewhere and so for now teya had swallowed it into this tarry core that just — sat like rot inside her stomach.
"sorry, dwin. you lose him too."