[ It’s such a Bibi thing to say, so jarring that the choked-up noise Amy makes doesn’t sound entirely miserable. Looking at Bibi helps, too, even if she knows it shouldn’t, right up until I should have protected you regrounds her, a wash of ice in her chest. ]
It doesn’t really matter how I die. I just wanted you to make it home.
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[ It’s such a Bibi thing to say, so jarring that the choked-up noise Amy makes doesn’t sound entirely miserable. Looking at Bibi helps, too, even if she knows it shouldn’t, right up until I should have protected you regrounds her, a wash of ice in her chest. ]
It doesn’t really matter how I die. I just wanted you to make it home.