[Hector fights to hold on to consciousness. He tightens his hold on Isaac's wrist, a bruising, crushing grip. His free hand goes for the blade to turn it from Isaac's breast. Blood drips from his torn hand onto Isaac.
Through gritted teeth, he growls out.]
And I will have to live with that. WE will have to live with that.
[If Isaac wants punishment, there is none crueler than that. But in it, there is also hope, though Isaac does not know how to see it.
The fairy heals and cleanses, sending a warm, tingling aura over Isaac. Hector's vision swims, and he struggles to dig his fingers into a pressure point to force Isaac to drop his weapon before he slumps over.]
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Through gritted teeth, he growls out.]
And I will have to live with that. WE will have to live with that.
[If Isaac wants punishment, there is none crueler than that. But in it, there is also hope, though Isaac does not know how to see it.
The fairy heals and cleanses, sending a warm, tingling aura over Isaac. Hector's vision swims, and he struggles to dig his fingers into a pressure point to force Isaac to drop his weapon before he slumps over.]