yves catchall

[florescences]

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[noirges]

[ she's free to touch him, he wouldn't pull away regardless. but he shakes his head.... ]

... no. Trying to face death together is the last thing I remember.

[ i hope you're ready to keep both of these threads until endgame ]

[florescences]

[ she reaches for whatever hand seems less injured. she's quiet for a moment. ]

It is? You went through that and then showed up in a car trunk? [ ... ] Even if you're in this state, thank you for coming back, Yves.

[ we memshare back and forth and sit here until endgame. or you die. ]

[noirges]

[ she make take his right one that is only bandaged at the wrist and not the palm. he's cold, but he does let her take it ]

I...

[ like he's trying to sort through both memories and words to correctly articulate the sentiment he wants here ]

... I did want to come back. I am... happier to be here.

[florescences]

[ she doesn't seem to mind the coldness.

she nods, as she waits for him to finish the thought. ]

I hope you would be. [ she smiles. ] I hope that stays true. There are so many who want you to be here.

[noirges]

[ . . . he is navigating these thoughts for a bit longer, and then he'll look down to their hands. he holds back onto hers, a little more firmly even though he's cold ]

... I do want to stay with you.

[ and then she DIES, ara ]

[florescences]

[ she scoots closer to him even though he's cold. ]

I want to stay with you, too.

[ wanting doesn't keep her from dying, but wanting is the truth. ]

I'll stay with you for as long as I can. You won't mind that, right?

[noirges]

[ he shakes his head, and even in the confusion of his memories, he can be certain about this much ]

... no. Of course not. I'd always like for you to be near, Ellie.

[florescences]

What a flatterer. [ she knows he's sincere. ] Shouldn't you be complimenting me more right now?