[The word's harder to say than he expects, and his long fingers twitch along with his wings. If he lets himself bite his lip now, he'll draw blood, so he refrains. Instead, he pushes himself to his feet with a shuddering breath.
Pain...
But he'll take the pain. Perhaps it's retribution. Repayment for what he's done. For what he's failed to do.]
N-no... You... won't see me again. Not... not there.
[He won't look back at John, even as his covered wings flick hard against the fabric of the jacket.
He doesn't trust himself to look at John now.]
It's... [It would be easier to let John think he was really dead, but he can't do that. He can't give John anything else, but he can tell him this.]
It's better for everyone if I stay dead. If... I'm nothing more than a ghost.
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[The word's harder to say than he expects, and his long fingers twitch along with his wings. If he lets himself bite his lip now, he'll draw blood, so he refrains. Instead, he pushes himself to his feet with a shuddering breath.
Pain...
But he'll take the pain. Perhaps it's retribution. Repayment for what he's done. For what he's failed to do.]
N-no... You... won't see me again. Not... not there.
[He won't look back at John, even as his covered wings flick hard against the fabric of the jacket.
He doesn't trust himself to look at John now.]
It's... [It would be easier to let John think he was really dead, but he can't do that. He can't give John anything else, but he can tell him this.]
It's better for everyone if I stay dead. If... I'm nothing more than a ghost.