[there's no physical reaction other than his head turning to look at her, but the emotions are, in this order: surprise, rapidly replaced by confusion, which is then even more rapidly replaced by a quiet kind of acceptance]
[ she mulls that over a bit with not insignificant confusion of her own, just watching him. ]
... and here I thought you'd have jumped at it the moment I mentioned it. I figured you'd be happy to finally be free of constellations once and for all?
[ ahh. He's worried... she feels bad, a bit. Well, it's not like she expected this much either.
But honestly she has to concentrate more on trying to keep the storm at bay long enough to weather it fully-- so she looks away from him, squeezing her eyes shut.
Harder now, when the sparks feel less like static shocks and more like lightning strikes. ]
[ grips his hand deathly tight, but even with that she drops to one knee. ]
No--
[ the tsu-chuchuchu continues on, louder, until all at once it jolts through and over her whole body. She coughs up a mouthful of blood, burns smoking, and just sinks down onto both knees. ]
[ -- okay. that sparks a laugh out of her, even if the resulting pain makes her cringe.
Her voice is a little hoarse though, and she loosens her own grip a bit on his hand. mostly because it hurts but also so she's not digging her nails into him anymore. ]
If this much could-- kill me. I wouldn't have made it to the end.
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