Luke pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose. She didn't understand, and how could she? She was absolutely right, in a sense--it's what he would have told anyone else. But the point she wasn't getting was that survival wasn't worthwhile. He wasn't trying to live or stay sane. He was just... waiting.
For her, a tiny voice whispered before he could squash it. He wanted to fight her on this, but the fact was, she'd broken the spell he'd put himself under. He could no longer ignore the emptiness with her yelling about it. She made it tangible, and therefore, a problem.
He couldn't just pretend to already be dead. He'd tried. She'd woken him up, despite his best efforts.
"I mean," he said finally, "you don't have to coddle me like I'm a bored toddler. If you want to do something, I'll... I'll help."
It was begrudging but it was the best he could do. He was unready, and unwilling, to admit that he was awake or interested. The best he could do was pretend he was doing it for her sake.
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For her, a tiny voice whispered before he could squash it. He wanted to fight her on this, but the fact was, she'd broken the spell he'd put himself under. He could no longer ignore the emptiness with her yelling about it. She made it tangible, and therefore, a problem.
He couldn't just pretend to already be dead. He'd tried. She'd woken him up, despite his best efforts.
"I mean," he said finally, "you don't have to coddle me like I'm a bored toddler. If you want to do something, I'll... I'll help."
It was begrudging but it was the best he could do. He was unready, and unwilling, to admit that he was awake or interested. The best he could do was pretend he was doing it for her sake.