[ she doesn't want to die. fear claws its way up her throat, alongside the tickle of flower petals. he has her frozen. she can't fight. she will either yield or die. ]
Do it, then. [ her expression contorts, full of anguish. another flutter of coughs, but this time, she persists in talking through them. ] If I yielded to you, then my people's deaths would be dust — meaningless, forgotten.
[ she cannot value her life above theirs. she can't. even as tears burn at the corners of her eyes. she had left herself with no other choice when she had made this challenge. a self-flagellation from top to bottom then, punishment for that desire for companionship that she'd dared to feel, even if it was only a result of some kind of telepathic bleed. ]
no subject
Do it, then. [ her expression contorts, full of anguish. another flutter of coughs, but this time, she persists in talking through them. ] If I yielded to you, then my people's deaths would be dust — meaningless, forgotten.
[ she cannot value her life above theirs. she can't. even as tears burn at the corners of her eyes. she had left herself with no other choice when she had made this challenge. a self-flagellation from top to bottom then, punishment for that desire for companionship that she'd dared to feel, even if it was only a result of some kind of telepathic bleed. ]