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"Fine," he murmured. "Fine."
He tensed, his breaths shuddering. After a moment, he buried his face in arms, shoulders shaking.
"Nobody is relying on me, Eden. I got the wings. That's it. And I-I know you can't go back home. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that. I can't atone...
He finally looked to her. His eyes seemed lost and melancholy. Completely different than when they first met. "I just want to go home, Eden."
He seemed to move away her as she got closer, flinching almost. "Why avoid it? What would I care? I know I wouldn't go revealing a location that...
"And you probably think I'd tell them." A strange expression crossed his eyes, and he suddenly looked as if he were about to cry. "I wouldn't...
He made a sound that seemed like a scoff, but it was more gentle. "So?"
"Can't I go home?"
He shrugged hesitantly, his fingers tense as he held his own hands. "It was the least I could do."
He pulled himself away from her, dragging his knees to chest. "I'm fine."
"It's nothing. Why are you still here?"
"Fine," he murmured quietly.
He looked over at her. "I'm awake."
He brushed it with his fingertips before sitting up, running his hands through his hair.
He sighed, checking the area of the wound.
His hand reached to her hair, brushing it gently. He pulled back after a moment, folding his hands almost scoldingly.
Sam was still asleep later, his face a frown even in sleep.
He loosened his grip as he faded.
He cried out, flinching at the intense sensation.
He said nothing, only looking unhappily towards the ceiling.
