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I don't think I can talk to her about kids, Andyr.

Not right now.

[ There are so few people on the godforsaken earth that they call home that Alva would ever die for - Miray was one of them, was because there's been three of her and each one was different, just as Andyr and Mikal had been different despite being so much of the same. And there's been so much loss. So much of it, piling up on top of each other over the past six years.

He can't lose her. He can't lose him, either. He can't lose any more than he's already lost, than they have all already lost.

How much is enough? If there's a god listening - how much is fucking enough? ]

This is messed up. I'm messed up.

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[ shit. he should've just kept quiet and let miray do whatever the hell she wanted. ]

want me to do it?

[ does he want to? no. will it be completely miserable for him? yes. will he do it, just because he wants to spare alva from the pain of it? absolutely.

much as andyr shouts and growls and postures defiant and stubborn, there's some things he'll cave for every time. some people he'd go to the ends of the earth and back for. it's unfortunate for him that alva's one of them. ]

we came from a messed up place. you're allowed to be a little fucked in the head from it.