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[personal profile] dirt_heart 2025-06-07 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She says already lost me once and he feels his body start to seize, lungs locking, vision narrowing. It's an old curse, older even than the slackened strings around his heart, but its hauntings have returned in frequency since the day they fell loose. He lets himself slide to the floor, back against the door, counting out slow inhale after slow exhale. Listening to Qetzi's voice without really hearing the words.

He can't find steadiness quickly enough to reply as soon as she's finished, but he manages to leave only a short space of silence. Hopefully enough that she'll think him only deliberating, taking care in his answer.]


Your mo-- [It cuts, his chest hitching. He swallows, tries again.] Your mom was my friend.