No, [Riley says immediately.] No. I want -- I want to see him. I want to see him. [He grips them both, clinging desperately.
Zetta is reaching up to take his chin between her fingers, and she directs him to look at her, since he still hasn't. She has a scar along her jaw. He keeps noticing scars, ones that jump out suddenly at him like they're new, like he hasn't explored her body since being brought to the wasteland. He wants to reach out and touch it, but he doesn't want to let go of either of them to do it.]
I'll be okay, [he says, pointlessly, because he knows he won't be, and they do, too. There's no way he's going to come out of this and be okay. But he thinks he'll be happy.] I can do this.
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Zetta is reaching up to take his chin between her fingers, and she directs him to look at her, since he still hasn't. She has a scar along her jaw. He keeps noticing scars, ones that jump out suddenly at him like they're new, like he hasn't explored her body since being brought to the wasteland. He wants to reach out and touch it, but he doesn't want to let go of either of them to do it.]
I'll be okay, [he says, pointlessly, because he knows he won't be, and they do, too. There's no way he's going to come out of this and be okay. But he thinks he'll be happy.] I can do this.