[she wants to find the words to tell Rua that she's seen this a million times, that she's done this to animals a million times, that there's nothing anyone can do to help her. but by the time she has the breath he's hoisting her up, and it escapes as a broken sigh instead. looks like she's going to climb anyway. maybe there's a miracle waiting for them at the top.
Nepeta wants to be strong so badly; she has to, because she's a huntress and huntresses never show weakness even at the worst moment. but moving with open wounds is never a good idea, and every step they overcome feels as if she's been rent in two. she begins to lean more and more heavily on Rua for support, and by the time they hit the eighth step her grip on him is like a vice]
I can't.
[the word fractures in the same way her scream had, the agony leaking out from every decibel. she wants to be able to finish this so badly, but there's nothing left for her to give.]
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Nepeta wants to be strong so badly; she has to, because she's a huntress and huntresses never show weakness even at the worst moment. but moving with open wounds is never a good idea, and every step they overcome feels as if she's been rent in two. she begins to lean more and more heavily on Rua for support, and by the time they hit the eighth step her grip on him is like a vice]
I can't.
[the word fractures in the same way her scream had, the agony leaking out from every decibel. she wants to be able to finish this so badly, but there's nothing left for her to give.]