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driftfleet2015-11-19 09:56 pm
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Yet she is not prepared for how it ends, for this stupid valiant man to be lying on the floor bleeding to death, with no one to save him as he saved his friend. It is then that she finds she must close her eyes, though it does little good. She can still hear his last words and feel his life ebbing inevitably away. When she opens them again, it's over, and there is Finrod, alive but only by the cruel grace of Atroma.]
Finrod...
[Her voice cracks as tears begin to fall. Any notion that she was ever angry with him is drowned out by the sorrow and the shock. The shackles clatter to the floor. Then, before even being totally aware of her actions, she has her arms around him in an embrace. For what else can she do? No words can adequately express what she wants to say, not right now.]
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You needn't weep for me. I knew- I have long known that I would not live to see my people reach a peaceful Age. [His voice is surprisingly steady. It's not his death itself that troubles him. Not truly. What haunts him is what came before; It is one thing to know you will die and another to feel a set of teeth at your throat.]
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Infuriating man.
Still, she does her best to pull herself together for him as she pulls back from the hug and gently cups his face in her hands.]
I will try not to, but I can't promise anything.
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[If he was not sure how to react to the embrace at first, her cupping his face completely throws him. It's a gentle gesture, the sort of soft reassurance that has been absent from his life for too long. With a shy little half-smile, he reaches up to place his hand over one of Beverly's.]
I am sorry. It was, perhaps, cruel of me to give you so little warning. But... quite frankly, I do not know how to speak of this.
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The cruelty was in what happened to you, not in you showing me. Perhaps... [Slowly, reluctantly, she moves her hands away from his face.] Perhaps it was for the best that I saw everything. I hate to think how you've been bearing this all on your own.
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[A careful, purposeful understatement. It's not that he expects her to have any illusions about exactly how difficult it has been for him. It's more that this is just so damn difficult to talk about. He pauses, hesitating another moment.]
There is a reason, perhaps, men are not meant to survive wounds such as mine.
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Certainly not like this, in a unknown universe full of strangers.
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wrap?
[And finally her smile, however small, manages to stick this time.]
We will help one another.