[ There is no way to move when his body is all apart, disconnected, a heart not yet sewn into place. But he wants to. It shudders all through him, through the places their minds touch in response to that urgency, the overwhelming strength of that reaction. ]
I know, [ softly, overlapping. ] I know, Quentin. I would give it to you.
[ It, this. His beating heart. His bare throat.
All the soft parts of himself, so suited to accommodating a knife. ]
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I know, [ softly, overlapping. ] I know, Quentin. I would give it to you.
[ It, this. His beating heart. His bare throat.
All the soft parts of himself, so suited to accommodating a knife. ]