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[Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]

*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.]

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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

You're not the same as before. It should have been.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[nods, holding her hand]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

How ironic. I had so many questions for you, but you're starting to experience fonon separation again. [runs his thumb over her knuckles]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Your Asch tells me you... would not like see me dead. He even attempted to help me after the injection due to that belief. Why?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Why...? Because no one really deserves to die, ever.

Despite everything, I want you to live. It's just how I feel.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[strokes her hand, focusing on that] Hmm.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Is that it?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes, thinking. Then he puts his hand in the sunlight, lifting his head and reopening his eyes to look at her]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

....

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

There's a cure.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What? Really?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't even been awake, much less... able to do this.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

So you're human again?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, pulling her hand to his neck where his pulse is... well, one would think he was dead until the unexpected beat]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

.... wow.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

The Dist I contacted said this form was the closest to what he knew. And that it would take a series of injections over time to finally kill the infection. What will happen after that... I can only assume.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

At least this is a start.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[lightly strokes her arm, then stands]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Going somewhere?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to stay?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Up to you.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[lightly strokes his fingers across her jaw, looking at her]