(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

No! Please, oh, Powers above let me not have driven him away again, like I
did the night before! I feel the serpent stirring again, reborn, curling around
my heart. There is the softest of hisses, yet he can't hear...
"Would... would you wish to leave a legacy, my Love? For yourself.. or for
anyone you would want to. It might help you remember if you left something
for yourself... or for the ones you loved..."
"A legacy for myself? Not likely... the things I would leave for myself would
not be safe in some advocate's office, Deionarra. But enough of this... I must
leave." He begins to turn-
No! I cannot bear to see him turn his back to me again, to no longer taste his
scent or the sweetness of his lips, the coarse growl of his voice or the
roughness of his skin against mine. I need to make him remain...
And the experience SWIRLED around me, terrible, the spiraling toward the
final scene... the QUESTION I... she... wants to ask, don't ask it, Deionarra!
Don't ASK IT BE SILENT BE SILENT
"My Love, before you go..."
DAMN IT ALL WHAT NOW GIRL WHAT NOW YOU MEWLING BANSHEE
"'Before I go?' It looks like I am in no danger of that. Come, Deionarra, can't
these questions wait for the morn? There is much-"
"Do you want me to come with you, my Love?"
The rush of emotion died in my mind. This is the end. The words he was
about speak were true, but the truth was not the truth she saw. There were
no lies, only cold calculations. Of course he wants you to come with him,
Deionarra. I understood it clearly, too clearly: He had invested too much in
the poor girl to let her go.
"Of course, Deionarra. I would not have asked you to come with me if I did
not want your company. You know how I feel about you..."
There is a cold silence in my mind, then a hissing of a thought, a response
sharp and deadly, like a dagger blade. The lie comes swiftly, unburdened by
emotion.
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