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[capturingeternity]

Saving you wasn't on my mind.

I stepped in front of you because it afforded me a better shot.

I intended to kill them both and would have, had I been able to. So what does that make me?

[What Ava is hadn't influenced his actions, at all. But after a few seconds he sends another text.]

You tried far harder to save me than I would have, had our situations been reversed. But I am grateful for what you did.

[bloodbinds]

[ sure, jan. ]

It makes you pragmatic and practical.
And I expected you to have kept yourself safe.
I don't think less of you for it.

[ Really, she doesn't. Survival is survival. ]

I'm sorry for what happened.
Honestly, I am.
It should've been me.

[capturingeternity]

[stop calling him out.]

I would have preferred it to be neither of us, personally. But had it been you, I imagine your struggle would have been even greater than my own.

I've spent half of the last day in a frenzy of lust, though it's passed now.

[bloodbinds]

Christ, that sounds like shit.

I've already died. What's one more death going to do? And at least you wouldn't have needed to see my body. I would've turned to dust.

[capturingeternity]

I'm conditioned to handle it I suppose. But after a point, it's too much like putting butter on bacon.

And how would that have been much better? I might possess a crippling fear of dust, you know.

[bloodbinds]

Ugh. Yeah, that sounds overwhelming. Hard pass. This city does nothing in moderation. It sucks that you've been stuck...like that.

[ Dorian's usual turned up to 15 sounds over the top. ]

Har har. Your clothes might have been stained with dried up skin. Oh, whatever would you do?

[capturingeternity]

[It was pretty intense and very taxing. Here's hoping he doesn't have to repeat it for quite a while.]

No, it certainly doesn't. But what's done is done.

Burn them to destroy the offending dust?

[bloodbinds]

You wouldn't even keep my dust?! I'm offended. Offended, I tell you. You'd be missing out on a morbid fashion choice.