[Held, safe and sure, she simply cries against him. Cries and clings until she can manage more words. As freeing as it is to weep in the arms of the person she loves most, time is precious and fleeting and what a terrible thing it would be to only cry.
She struggles to breathe, to speak, but she manages. She keeps her face buried against Gustave.]
I wish--I wish we had more time together. It's not enough. There are so many things I've--I should have asked, or said...
[The Gommage was always the sword over his neck, and then the Paintress and the continent, but she always thought they would have more time.]
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She struggles to breathe, to speak, but she manages. She keeps her face buried against Gustave.]
I wish--I wish we had more time together. It's not enough. There are so many things I've--I should have asked, or said...
[The Gommage was always the sword over his neck, and then the Paintress and the continent, but she always thought they would have more time.]