Lying on the couch, Burn gazed at the ceiling. Silence ed around him and Man like an old, fortable b, a cramped co on the couch, especially for a man of his stature.
She y on him, her forehead led in the crook of his neck while he looked expressionless, almost emotionless, as he traced zy circles on her back with his thumb, arms ed around her.
“I will never let you do something like that again,” Man suddenly whispered.
Burn snorted, a dry amusement esg him.
“I’m serious. I’ll jure a self-destruct spell in case something like that happens again to spare you from—”
“Sssshhh,” he coaxed, squeezing her closer. “Fug hell.”
If that happened again, he’d prefer to take it into his own hands.
“You thought seeing you self-destruct is better than killing you? It’s the fug same. At least with me doing it, you’ll be in my arms. Like this,” he whispered.
After all, why let her have all the fun with neck-slitting stunts? It was just as soul-crushiher way, but at least with him pulling the trigger, she’d be in his embrace. Warm. Gentle. Like her.
Watg her self-destruct over the three-year loops was enough. One of those resets featured her head exploding in a brilliant dispy—truly a funeral to remember.
Those initial moments filled with irritation, then y, had morphed painfully into something resembling agony. Returning to that state of mind where her self-immotio pragmatic rather than tragic was like trying to put a broken puzzle together—it just wouldn’t fit.
“Still haven’t read my memory yet?” Burn asked.
Man shook her head. “I will do it after this. There’s still time.”
How could someone like her exist at all? A paradox ed in passion, knowing what was best for him—not just the situation at hand or what was merely practical.
Even her gesture of prolonging her ignorao the whole emotional rollercoaster, to dey delving into the emotional wreckage of the past—future two to three days was enough to fort him.
At least she gave him some space to calm himself, sitting in the quiet rubble of his thoughts. To mourn in the privacy of his own mind.
It was almost as if she was giving him time to decide which memory he allowed her to see and which thoughts were too gruesome he might not have wao show her. Seleg which he’d reveal and which twisted fragments he’d keep buried. Almost like letting someone choose their poison.
Just before, he thought against maniputing her by choosing which memory to show her, but now she deliberately let him do it, handing him the reins.
She was giving him a choice.
“Have you taught me how to give head?”
COUGH—!
Burn nearly choked.
“You have, huh?” Man asked. “ you only show me the segment where you enlighten me?”
Burn’s lips twitched. “Is that the pinnacle of your curiosity right now?”
“I mean, I’m sure the others are equally important, but I’m not in the mood to find out now,” Man said.
The man tained his ughs, his chest rumbling warmly below her, making her smile, reminding her she could still coax smiles from him. It meant, after all, that he hadn’t ged too much.
More than the memory of the future, be it the assembly, the moon, or those pesky outsiders, or even the enigmatic circumstances of her demise, he was the most important—
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So, here we found ourselves.
More than the world. More thaure. More than the people and the flourishing cast of characters in her life, this man had bestowed upohe audacity of selfishness. Stunned into silence, for the first time since her creation, she pohe rather ludicrous notion of living forever—with him, no less.
He granted her—aernal being trapped in a, dare she say, mundane mortal shell—a fear of death.
She no longer wao die.
Not even Merlin, who saved her from the cycle of death ah—not even her rades who fought alongside her, and not even Yvain, her beloved disciple, was able to give her a reason to choose life, to g to that thread of existence—
Simply looking at the wreckage of this man’s heart after seeing her death, she now feared the very notion of leaving him alone in this pne of existence.
Two days' worth of memory deleted, a he mourned. Her death this time was only worth two days of her entire immortal life—yet he mourned.
A death solely desigo tihe curse—a death deleted by the curse itself.
Thus he mourned because he could only share it with her, and no one else. Her death no one remembered but himself. Her death only he would mourn.
“Caliburn,” Man rose, casting a g him lying on the couch. “You’ve mentioned I’ve built some muscle these past weeks in Inkia, right?”
“Mm,” Burn replied. “You do seven push-ups now.”
“Think I could try Force training now?”
Burn blinked. Suddenly?
Man had ruly cared about hanging onto life. Even with a body possessing zero Force talent and uo lift its ow sometimes, she had little for her mere mortal vessel. Her soul would usually mahat little invenience.
But now, with a desire to stick around forever with him, Man wanted a fix—and she wa fast. Leisurely training? Fet it. She wao be a master tomorrow if the universe permitted.
If she got strong enough, he wouldn’t have to bear that much burden anymore, right? She wouldn’t o die so often—wouldn't be required to jump in front of danger so much.
She would live.
And then…
“One day… I want to have a biological child with you,” Man stated, her voice steady.
Truthfully, her body was still a glorious mess. rual cycle. One might say—a real festival of chaos. Her ans were ging to life support like they were at a supproup, and without her infinite soul, she’d be stuck walking like a newborn deer on ice.
What kind of future was she dreaming of with him? What sort of eternal life did she want to share?
But unbeknownst to her, underh her, Burn eechless. Maybe being bsted by meteorites wouldn’t have this much effe him.
Swallowing, the man’s visage darkened.
“Is this… provocation?”
She just asked him to show her the memory of wheaught her about giving head, and now she suddenly asked to have a child with him?
“Man Le Fay…” Burn coldly ordered, “Let’s test your endurance.”
Man cowered. “Not stamina…?”
“I won’t stop even when you cry this time.”
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