[ his mouth twists into the approximation of a humourless smile as she swallows her words; yes, he knows, because he's been trying to fix himself too. but it's his damn body, so it's his right to try and do anything at all about it... and the only one whose help he'd even so much as considered accepting had been jayce.
but then the words that follow make him deflate; you're my friend, she says, and once again he's reminded that this woman is like a little sister to jayce, that she's bright and intelligent and cares so, so much, and he doesn't have the heart to snuff her optimism with his own cynicism. ]
... Fine. It might be worth trying. Perhaps other worlds have different healing arts.
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but then the words that follow make him deflate; you're my friend, she says, and once again he's reminded that this woman is like a little sister to jayce, that she's bright and intelligent and cares so, so much, and he doesn't have the heart to snuff her optimism with his own cynicism. ]
... Fine. It might be worth trying. Perhaps other worlds have different healing arts.