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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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.... wow.

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.

At least this is a start.

[lightly strokes her arm, then stands]

Going somewhere?

Do you want me to stay?

Up to you.

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

...?

[closes his eyes, trying to mask the sheer loneliness there as he pulls his hand back]

.... what's wrong?

...

After a few decades, one starts missing touch if one has already had it.

....

It was what made me so angry. Knowing you had Mother... someone that loved me. Natalia. A placed I belonged. After losing Natalia for good... I haven't had a lover in decades. Not willing to risk it, and this... it's subtle things. Being able to touch a lover's face and mapping every curve under your fingers. Knowing how to please her the most in the bedroom and holding her after. And not what you [squeezes her hand] will help with.

Some part of me wishes to stay true to Natalia... but most realizes she's not coming back, and it's best to move on. To connect and fall for another girl. Two hundred years... [closes his eyes] Hnn.

I know.

[very deliberately doesn't look at her] Not that simple.

[looks at her, steadily]

There is a difference between finding someone that engages your interest [taps her fingers] and finding someone that does that and feels the same.