[There's something in him, at that. A visible hesitation, the unsteady downwards curl of his lips and there's a moment when his grip on the other boy's hand loosens, when it seems as though he'll refuse. But then he thinks of Mother, of the misshapen atrocities she's made and which they are forced, again and again, to fight. Thinks of all the things he lacks but which Heine and Lily have. They can look after themselves. He cannot. Still, he can't just turn his back on them without asking, just once--]
Do you p-promise your Mother will come for them? I can't leave them here...I n-need to save them, too.
[Even as some part of him knows that Lily is too far gone for that, that the violence in her is too big too bright too unstable for her to make it outside of this place.]
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Do you p-promise your Mother will come for them? I can't leave them here...I n-need to save them, too.
[Even as some part of him knows that Lily is too far gone for that, that the violence in her is too big too bright too unstable for her to make it outside of this place.]