[ Dream-Syrlya doesn't let go. If anything, he holds tighter.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
He pulls himself higher--or perhaps Syrlya-in-Trahearne's-body gets dragged lower--getting uncomfortably close. It's now that a brief semblance of emotion passes through his expression, at once sickly sweet and disgusted.
"Because if you are? Then good."
He presses their lips together. Awkwardly. Unfeeling.
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"Are you absolutely sure?"
He pulls himself higher--or perhaps Syrlya-in-Trahearne's-body gets dragged lower--getting uncomfortably close. It's now that a brief semblance of emotion passes through his expression, at once sickly sweet and disgusted.
"Because if you are? Then good."
He presses their lips together. Awkwardly. Unfeeling.
"I don't want to see you ever again." ]