Date: 2011-01-10 03:56 am (UTC)
It has to stop.

[Lucas agrees dully.]

You're stronger than I can be, Crowe. No matter how many times you're hurt or you die, you . . . you're always on your feet again. That's part of why you have so many people who care for you. They admire you. I admire you. But every time I see you get hurt, it's my heart that breaks a little more. That's dumb, isn't it?

I hold on too tight, so . . . I'm weak. That's what he said to me. I can't let go. I can't . . . I can't keep watching everyone I love get killed over and over, month after month. I'm never any help or protection or anything I'm supposed to be. I can't protect them. I can't protect my closest friends. I can't protect you. I can't even protect me, a-and if that's so, then . . . then . . .

I can't let her die again.

[The last words are mouthed so softly that Crowe may not even hear them. Lucas stares at the box's lid, surprisingly dry-eyed.]
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