[If Tim had worked more at eating his fill, if he had kept up the routines he knew by heart, he knows he'd be able to stop her. Worse still, he'd be willing to. But Tim hadn't. He had never wanted to hurt anyone. The frozen wasteland around them took enough from everyone and Tim... Tim could always do without.
Kate has a vice grip on his bad arm, and if Tim jerks it back he'll only exacerbate the persistent discomfort of ill-healed bone. Tim pulls his lips thin and breathes out the hiss of a bitch of a yell that's building up behind his ribs.
His shoulders hurt, his leg is screaming. His arm hurts. Weak. He's weak and his body is betraying him.]
I was worried.
[His body is betraying him and his mind is--
but Tim doesn't shout that, no, he didn't stop to think about what she wanted because she deserves better than what she wanted and
and he stumbles, his knees unwilling to hold him up. It's like his body knows he's not worth the trouble, too.
Kate is going to wear herself out. She's not trained to fight. To rain blows down again and again and again-- Tim gasps as the beating starts to morph to sharp, stinging strikes. He finally, finally, has to grab hold of one of her hands-- it's bare and red and he needs her to stop though his stomach twists as he keeps his practiced, cold hold on her. An expert restraint as he tries again- he's always trying-] Kate! We can talk about it later. [They won't.]
What happened on your way back from Silverpoint? Kate, think about it!
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Kate has a vice grip on his bad arm, and if Tim jerks it back he'll only exacerbate the persistent discomfort of ill-healed bone. Tim pulls his lips thin and breathes out the hiss of a bitch of a yell that's building up behind his ribs.
His shoulders hurt, his leg is screaming. His arm hurts. Weak. He's weak and his body is betraying him.]
I was worried.
[His body is betraying him and his mind is--
but Tim doesn't shout that, no, he didn't stop to think about what she wanted because she deserves better than what she wanted and
and he stumbles, his knees unwilling to hold him up. It's like his body knows he's not worth the trouble, too.
Kate is going to wear herself out. She's not trained to fight. To rain blows down again and again and again-- Tim gasps as the beating starts to morph to sharp, stinging strikes. He finally, finally, has to grab hold of one of her hands-- it's bare and red and he needs her to stop though his stomach twists as he keeps his practiced, cold hold on her. An expert restraint as he tries again- he's always trying-] Kate! We can talk about it later. [They won't.]
What happened on your way back from Silverpoint? Kate, think about it!