[ She's so calm, so... serene in a way that he has never before associated with Maelle, as quick with her words as she was with her rapier, fleet and light-footed and irreverent. He studies her for another long moment, then lets his hand drop as he comes to sit beside her on the bed. Both hands come to rest on his knees; he looks at the left one, gleaming and perfect, and then over to her. ]
I died.
[ His voice is gentle, but firm. He can feel too many words bubbling up again, threatening to choke themselves off in his mouth, and takes a deep breath, licks his lips, pauses until he's sure he knows what he's going to say. ]
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I died.
[ His voice is gentle, but firm. He can feel too many words bubbling up again, threatening to choke themselves off in his mouth, and takes a deep breath, licks his lips, pauses until he's sure he knows what he's going to say. ]
You should probably start there.