[ With that, he clamps his jaw shut. Though he forces himself into silence, his hands do not slacken their grip upon her, as though his denial of her wishes is all that he can offer any more. Isis was right - he is not an elegant god, not one that uses his words when he ought to. Even now, he wants to whack this woman upside the head until she sees sense.
But, to her -- this must be what is most sensible. An unloved, unlovely life - why not bleed for others? Why not sacrifice? Were it him... ]
You're not alone.
[ The words creep out from between his teeth, grinding tightly against themselves. ]
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But, to her -- this must be what is most sensible. An unloved, unlovely life - why not bleed for others? Why not sacrifice? Were it him... ]
You're not alone.
[ The words creep out from between his teeth, grinding tightly against themselves. ]
The way you feel - I understand it.