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She lies on her side, eyes open and staring somewhere in front of her.
"You okay?" There's warm hand on her shoulder accompanied by soft voice. Neither are asking anything from her, neither are making wishes or – Witches forbid – demands.
If she could still want something, she would want having someone like that back then.
Really, would keeping to Volition instead of succumbing to Apathy be a curse or a blessing? It's good she doesn't care enough to doubt and waver.
"I am." She gives a simple answer and draps blanket over her pale body. Hands twitch to tuck it all around her so she would have a cocoon to hide from everything, from every meaningless thing there is in this world. Yet she does not.
Her bedmate, however, gets under the same blanket and pulls its corners under their bodies. Encasing them both.
"I will follow you to whichever cocoon you hide yourself into." He says, so sweet and reassuring, hands in her hair.
They both know it's another lie of his. They both don't bring themselves to care.
If one was not Apathy and the other was not Deceit, they both would wish for his words to be true though.