[Inhaling deeply, she hugs herself tighter. She just needs a minute or two. Or three. She just needs a moment to breathe, to process everything. It's all a little overwhelming knowing how the story ends, and her optimism is at war with simply playing along and doing what must be done.
Just following the story feels like giving up.
And that's not who she is.
If there's even a sliver of chance that they don't have to die, she wants to try it. She wants to push herself to keep going. Who knows? Maybe this is all a test. However, whether it is or isn't, she knows that she doesn't want to quit.
Jude's words get her to look up, finally luring her out of her own head. She sounds tired. He's only trying to protect her, but she doesn't need it.]
Is that supposed to make me feel better? [the weariness in her voice is mixed with only mild annoyance as she gently admonishes him.] As if I'd leave you. Don't you know that by now?
[It's probably something like he had to try despite knowing she wouldn't listen, but it still doesn't help.
Her thoughts drift back to the vial she's got in her bag, and she speaks up again before giving him a chance to answer.]
Look, I've been thinking... we should really get you fixed up.
[He doesn't know about the blood, or that it's hers. She cut herself on her forearm, easy enough to conceal with the sleeves of her dress, and filled the small vial without him knowing anything at all.
It feels... wrong, having to lie to Jude. about giving him her blood. But, right now, it's the best thing she could do for him.
More importantly, she needs to do a better job of hiding her fears around Jude. The last thing he needs is distraction, especially when they both have to stay on their toes. He doesn't need to be worrying about her- not about her safety, her feelings, nothing at all. They don't have that luxury. She just wants to be someone he can count on, someone he needs... So she gathers the rest of her inner strength. She's done thinking. She will absolutely make sure Jude drinks this cure and survives.]
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Just following the story feels like giving up.
And that's not who she is.
If there's even a sliver of chance that they don't have to die, she wants to try it. She wants to push herself to keep going. Who knows? Maybe this is all a test. However, whether it is or isn't, she knows that she doesn't want to quit.
Jude's words get her to look up, finally luring her out of her own head. She sounds tired. He's only trying to protect her, but she doesn't need it.]
Is that supposed to make me feel better? [the weariness in her voice is mixed with only mild annoyance as she gently admonishes him.] As if I'd leave you. Don't you know that by now?
[It's probably something like he had to try despite knowing she wouldn't listen, but it still doesn't help.
Her thoughts drift back to the vial she's got in her bag, and she speaks up again before giving him a chance to answer.]
Look, I've been thinking... we should really get you fixed up.
[He doesn't know about the blood, or that it's hers. She cut herself on her forearm, easy enough to conceal with the sleeves of her dress, and filled the small vial without him knowing anything at all.
It feels... wrong, having to lie to Jude. about giving him her blood. But, right now, it's the best thing she could do for him.
More importantly, she needs to do a better job of hiding her fears around Jude. The last thing he needs is distraction, especially when they both have to stay on their toes. He doesn't need to be worrying about her- not about her safety, her feelings, nothing at all. They don't have that luxury. She just wants to be someone he can count on, someone he needs... So she gathers the rest of her inner strength. She's done thinking. She will absolutely make sure Jude drinks this cure and survives.]