God. Really, God -- she doesn't want to do this. Mary has been thinking this over for ten minutes. Her sense of time, compared to Seto's, is slightly skewed -- without any clocks or calendars, she once counted the passing of years based on seasons. But her body still reacts differently; if ten years feels like one year, naturally ten minutes would feel like... what?
In this case, it feels like ten years. Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years she's been sitting here, staring wide-eyed (filled with tears that haven't quite gotten to falling yet) and mute at Seto beneath her (when was the last time she looked down at him?), mouth curled downwards in a tight frown. If she bit her lip any harder it'd definitely bleed all over her nice apron.
But what else does she do? Does she save Seto or does she save everyone else? She thinks, maybe, that she knows what he would want. His family is more important than him himself. And there's no guarantee that she'll hurt him that badly -- she's read about these wheel games since moving in, she understands the concept of chance -- but her heart aches at the concept. She scrapes her brain across the rack trying to glean an alternative.
Her heart screams knowing that she even thought of leaving the others behind for his sake, even if it was only for a millionth of a second. Stop that. Stop that. If you're willing to sacrifice that many people for just him, what kind of monster does that make you?
In the end, she just doubles over on top of him, tears spilling over.]
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God. Really, God -- she doesn't want to do this. Mary has been thinking this over for ten minutes. Her sense of time, compared to Seto's, is slightly skewed -- without any clocks or calendars, she once counted the passing of years based on seasons. But her body still reacts differently; if ten years feels like one year, naturally ten minutes would feel like... what?
In this case, it feels like ten years. Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years she's been sitting here, staring wide-eyed (filled with tears that haven't quite gotten to falling yet) and mute at Seto beneath her (when was the last time she looked down at him?), mouth curled downwards in a tight frown. If she bit her lip any harder it'd definitely bleed all over her nice apron.
But what else does she do? Does she save Seto or does she save everyone else? She thinks, maybe, that she knows what he would want. His family is more important than him himself. And there's no guarantee that she'll hurt him that badly -- she's read about these wheel games since moving in, she understands the concept of chance -- but her heart aches at the concept. She scrapes her brain across the rack trying to glean an alternative.
Her heart screams knowing that she even thought of leaving the others behind for his sake, even if it was only for a millionth of a second. Stop that. Stop that. If you're willing to sacrifice that many people for just him, what kind of monster does that make you?
In the end, she just doubles over on top of him, tears spilling over.]
S-Seto --