His gaze darts to hers as she tips her head towards him. Sweeney blinks, trying to remember. There's blood. Panic. Pain. He doesn't wince at it though. It's something distant and safely separated from him in the moment. But the danger of the thing is very present.
"I..." He glances at the path in front of her knees to aid in the recollection. "Yours is the house where I die." There's stillness in the words. The soft quality of them makes it sound like he's not afraid but knows he probably should be.
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Date: 2021-09-25 03:30 am (UTC)"I..." He glances at the path in front of her knees to aid in the recollection. "Yours is the house where I die." There's stillness in the words. The soft quality of them makes it sound like he's not afraid but knows he probably should be.