[Her tears fall, not yet blackened by time and the sickness run through them. His heart aches. He moves his hands only to wipe those tears from her cheeks and he wonders if the pain is human or the same mindless sort the dead had sometimes. Her mouth moves strangely and at first he doesn't understand. Then, a weak, broken laugh slips from him.]
Are you... smiling...?
[It seems she might be. Only, she hasn't got the other side matching. He smiles too, lopsided as her.]
It's supposed... be both... I just... can't do it...
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Are you... smiling...?
[It seems she might be. Only, she hasn't got the other side matching. He smiles too, lopsided as her.]
It's supposed... be both... I just... can't do it...