[ The smile on his face is tinged with sadness, and his eyes are just the slightest bit glassy. The truth is, he's afraid. Not afraid that he'll get hurt, not afraid that he might die. Just afraid that it might not work. That she could remain in this state forever. Or worse, that she might be sent back into the oblivion that he had pulled her out of. But he has to try. It has to be worth the risk.
Eddie sucks in a deep breath, fumbles for the bandana in his back pocket to wipe furiously at his eyes. This isn't the time for doubts, and certainly not the time for tears. They can cry all the happy tears in the world together once he's brought her back. His gaze sweeps over the floor of the ruined trailer, lingers over each item he's placed with such care. He checks the book again, making certain that he's got everything where it needs to be.
His bag isn't quite empty yet, as he withdraws another jar from it, placing it on the floor in front of him as he settles down into a cross legged position. Eddie unscrews the lid, gives her one last weak little smile as he downs the contents. Whatever it is, it makes him choke and sputter, the concoction a dark and wicked thing that already settles in his guts. ]
Don't be scared, okay?
[ It's the only warning he gives as he reaches into his bag one last time, withdraws a knife that gleams in the moonlight. Eddie does it quickly, takes the blade and traces it down from the crook of his elbow to his wrist.
There's blood, so much blood, it pours from his arm and onto the floor. Eddie's vision goes white for a moment, though it doesn't actually hurt as bad as he might have thought. But staying conscious is the real struggle, because he feels the blood loss almost immediately. Eddie struggles to stay upright, fumbling for the book as blood continues to soak into the carpet.
It's the strangest thing, because the blood doesn't pool beneath him, but instead spread out, traces the lines that he had painted over the floor. It's almost over, he just has to read-- ]
Aestimatus sum cum descendentibus in lacum. [ His voice is quavering, but he's practiced the words. He's so close now. ] Sanguis bebimus corpus edimus tolle corpus.
[ Eddie repeats those two phrases, over and over and over and--
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[ The smile on his face is tinged with sadness, and his eyes are just the slightest bit glassy. The truth is, he's afraid. Not afraid that he'll get hurt, not afraid that he might die. Just afraid that it might not work. That she could remain in this state forever. Or worse, that she might be sent back into the oblivion that he had pulled her out of. But he has to try. It has to be worth the risk.
Eddie sucks in a deep breath, fumbles for the bandana in his back pocket to wipe furiously at his eyes. This isn't the time for doubts, and certainly not the time for tears. They can cry all the happy tears in the world together once he's brought her back. His gaze sweeps over the floor of the ruined trailer, lingers over each item he's placed with such care. He checks the book again, making certain that he's got everything where it needs to be.
His bag isn't quite empty yet, as he withdraws another jar from it, placing it on the floor in front of him as he settles down into a cross legged position. Eddie unscrews the lid, gives her one last weak little smile as he downs the contents. Whatever it is, it makes him choke and sputter, the concoction a dark and wicked thing that already settles in his guts. ]
Don't be scared, okay?
[ It's the only warning he gives as he reaches into his bag one last time, withdraws a knife that gleams in the moonlight. Eddie does it quickly, takes the blade and traces it down from the crook of his elbow to his wrist.
There's blood, so much blood, it pours from his arm and onto the floor. Eddie's vision goes white for a moment, though it doesn't actually hurt as bad as he might have thought. But staying conscious is the real struggle, because he feels the blood loss almost immediately. Eddie struggles to stay upright, fumbling for the book as blood continues to soak into the carpet.
It's the strangest thing, because the blood doesn't pool beneath him, but instead spread out, traces the lines that he had painted over the floor. It's almost over, he just has to read-- ]
Aestimatus sum cum descendentibus in lacum. [ His voice is quavering, but he's practiced the words. He's so close now. ] Sanguis bebimus corpus edimus tolle corpus.
[ Eddie repeats those two phrases, over and over and over and--
Darkness overtakes him. ]