No, he wouldn't. Delsin knows this, but it hurts to hear it said aloud. Like that makes it real. He shakes his head. "Stop, okay?" he says. He grips her shoulder tightly, trying to anchor himself. "It has to be him." It has to be. He's not sure he can handle the alternative.
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Date: 2014-08-25 01:28 pm (UTC)