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[Ronan doesn't even notice. Thought he wouldn't mind a nibble.]

I guess, but... Jesus, I don't know. This is a lot.

[Not that he has the luxury of taking his time with this, considering the shortness of his lifespan.]

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[ that's good, because after she realizes andyr's shoe isn't giving her tiny teeth much of a reaction, petra's going back to ronan's head and seeking out that defenseless ear.

meanwhile, andyr's mulling it all over, and eventually shrugs. ]

Kinda a big thing. You're right, you don't wanna do it lightly. But you asked how to get him to believe you, so... [ so, that's the best tactic andyr can think of. ]

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I wish it didn't feel so much like giving up. I wanted... more, I guess.

[He feels that tickling at his ear and reaches back to idly scratch the top of Petra's head. Ronan's expression has gone distant, drifting into melancholy.]

I guess really I just wish I wasn't dying.

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I know. [ andyr says quietly, sincerity in it. it isn't an easy thing to keep going when it feels so hopeless, and there's very little actually forcing ronan to do it here.

nothing outside of adam, that is, but the worse things are with adam, the harder it'll be for ronan to want to keep holding on. ]

That's the thing that's betraying him more than anything, though, you know? Giving up. Accepting you're gonna leave him. Doesn't matter how much you think you love someone, if you leave them without a fight, that's... [ andyr sighs, picking at a dull nail. ] How's anyone left behind supposed to look at that?