"To help you cope? I don't - understand. This isn't..." Pyrrha wants to promise that she won't leave, but it dies in her throat. She can't promise that, has no control over when she'll wake up and this beautiful illusion will shatter. She can hear the confusion in his voice that echoes her own, and the fearful edge to his words - she really had been able to keep him pristine in her memory, hadn't she? It sounds too real, painfully real, and Pyrrha sucks in a breath staring at him as he says he'll explain.
And then he does, and god, she wishes he hadn't.
"Don't. Don't tell me that." Abruptly, Pyrrha doesn't want to hear any more. At least her brain is sparing her the details, because she can see it playing in ultra HD any time she wants - any time she closes her eyes, it's right there. She knows it must be for Ruby too but they...don't talk about it. They don't need to. It was a private kind of horror.
Pyrrha shakes her head, but really, her whole body is shaking, just slightly. She would pull away if it wouldn't hurt too much to move even an inch away from him. "Don't, Jaune. Please. Please." Her fingers ball into fists, pressing against Jaune's shoulders, and Pyrrha bows her head for a second to compose herself. "I can't bear it." She can't bear to hear his death replayed for her over again, like the strange version of events from her reality he'd been recounting so far, but with him in her place. Alive.
She wishes she had been the one to perish at the top of that tower. Pyrrha would gladly take it in a heartbeat. Take it and be grateful.
"Don't." Pyrrha whispers, shakily breathing out the receding panic. Only she would be able to have a panic attack in her dreams, honestly. Says enough about the state of her life nowadays. "...Okay?"
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And then he does, and god, she wishes he hadn't.
"Don't. Don't tell me that." Abruptly, Pyrrha doesn't want to hear any more. At least her brain is sparing her the details, because she can see it playing in ultra HD any time she wants - any time she closes her eyes, it's right there. She knows it must be for Ruby too but they...don't talk about it. They don't need to. It was a private kind of horror.
Pyrrha shakes her head, but really, her whole body is shaking, just slightly. She would pull away if it wouldn't hurt too much to move even an inch away from him. "Don't, Jaune. Please. Please." Her fingers ball into fists, pressing against Jaune's shoulders, and Pyrrha bows her head for a second to compose herself. "I can't bear it." She can't bear to hear his death replayed for her over again, like the strange version of events from her reality he'd been recounting so far, but with him in her place. Alive.
She wishes she had been the one to perish at the top of that tower. Pyrrha would gladly take it in a heartbeat. Take it and be grateful.
"Don't." Pyrrha whispers, shakily breathing out the receding panic. Only she would be able to have a panic attack in her dreams, honestly. Says enough about the state of her life nowadays. "...Okay?"