[It takes some time for him simply to process that thought. She had died. He had been at her side, and he had let her die.
He remembers her lying in the cavern, blood pouring from her slit throat. He remembers destroying the tattoo on her back, the sickly smell of burnt flesh.
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Date: 2011-08-22 02:07 am (UTC)He remembers her lying in the cavern, blood pouring from her slit throat. He remembers destroying the tattoo on her back, the sickly smell of burnt flesh.
He squeezes her hand tightly.]
Just don't do it again.