a falling through

*pets all the puppies :(*

Before they had left, she had worked up the courage. It had not been easy, of course, to muster the courage to die. Now, she thought, it might have been better to slink off in the dead of night. The thought of them remembering her with anger was too much, though. To have them hate her memory as a traitor was a worse fate than she could imagine, and so she had decided to be brave.

"Please," Junkyard Dog pleaded, "you make this hard. All must die, and I sooner. Think this and be comforted. I will sleep. I will not hurt." She was tired, so tired, though fear permeated her very being. Junkyard Dog was scared to die, she was not ready, but so few ever are when the time comes. She began to push her head against him more insistently, though whether she was trying to get closer to him or push him away, even she did not know.