[How much time until the slips are all turned in? He has no idea, but it can't be long, now. It's funny, how previous weeks seemed to drag on for so long, and yet...
He rests his own head against Boa's shoulder. Red will be able to tear him away to his execution in an instant, he's sure, that's simply the cold reality that surrounds them in this accursed place, where they're made to walk to their deaths for the sake of a ritual, for the sake of buying time.
But for now at least, he can stand with the other just a moment longer.]
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Promise.
[How much time until the slips are all turned in? He has no idea, but it can't be long, now. It's funny, how previous weeks seemed to drag on for so long, and yet...
He rests his own head against Boa's shoulder. Red will be able to tear him away to his execution in an instant, he's sure, that's simply the cold reality that surrounds them in this accursed place, where they're made to walk to their deaths for the sake of a ritual, for the sake of buying time.
But for now at least, he can stand with the other just a moment longer.]