( death is a certainty for them all. those in expedition 33 knew that they were throwing their last year or so of life away. the way that his sister had put itβa bloodless guillotine. should they not succeed in their expedition to stop the paintress, they would inevitably die in their gommage, if the nevrons hadn't gotten to them first.
gustave is much of a coward in the way that he refused to see death in the eye, but... things have changed for him. strength in places he used to abscond from. it scares him still, of course, not knowing what skipping the inevitable here means, but these are answers he doesn't yet have.
he takes sciel's hands as she offers them, turning them over in his own, holding firmly onto them. he offers her a soft smile, mirroring her own. death is a friend, sciel would always say, because she knows what it's like, coming close to it herself, by choice.
a light shake of his head follows. )
It wouldn't have made a difference. That manβ ( at this, he draws away his human hand from hers, presses it towards where his heart is, on his chest. ) he made it clear what his goal was.
( to not give him a fighting chance. it aches, somewhat, the wound on his chest. he tries not to think too hard about it. he lets his hand drop, and moves, now, so that he can sit down on the floor with sciel. this way, the shadows hide the emotions on his face more. )
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gustave is much of a coward in the way that he refused to see death in the eye, but... things have changed for him. strength in places he used to abscond from. it scares him still, of course, not knowing what skipping the inevitable here means, but these are answers he doesn't yet have.
he takes sciel's hands as she offers them, turning them over in his own, holding firmly onto them. he offers her a soft smile, mirroring her own. death is a friend, sciel would always say, because she knows what it's like, coming close to it herself, by choice.
a light shake of his head follows. )
It wouldn't have made a difference. That manβ ( at this, he draws away his human hand from hers, presses it towards where his heart is, on his chest. ) he made it clear what his goal was.
( to not give him a fighting chance. it aches, somewhat, the wound on his chest. he tries not to think too hard about it. he lets his hand drop, and moves, now, so that he can sit down on the floor with sciel. this way, the shadows hide the emotions on his face more. )
I just need to know that Maelle is safe.