your poker face ain't fooling nobody

*Samara* · Updated 04/30/23:

The moments after her words felt like an eternity. Could Rhyme pull himself to reality enough to tell her if he even could be saved? Worse yet, what if he chose absolution? What if he chose to give up? Finally, his voice broke her thoughts and Samara clung to his vocals with all her might. It wasn't the declaration of intent she was hoping for but she could work with it. It was enough.

Then Rhyme gasped and Samara could feel a shift in him, something was dragging him into the cold harsh world of their shared reality and he muttered an indication of his pain. "It's going to." She said softly, continuing to shower him with gentle affection, desperate to keep him here. Desperate to make him cling to her as a life raft in the turbulent sea he'd started drowning in. "But with work and with time it'll hurt less." She couldn't promise it would go away... she'd seen grief too much to assume it ever would. Her own brother had vowed never to take another after his beloved died.

"With time it'll be easier to move on." To whom she wouldn't dare say. Samara quickly covered it up with her follow up comment. "Rhyme, we can't stay here." As much as she would have been happy to never return to the watchful eyes of his family Samara knew they'd quickly die if they stayed here. The volcano was still rumbling ominously nearby and he was weak, they'd need food and water soon enough.

"Speak!" Think!

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your poker face ain't fooling nobody

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