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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

[It's quiet, and the tablet isn't very close, but there's enough sound that he can make a pretty good guess as to what happened.]

Royce.

[bywolves]

[ No answer. He physically can't cry, so he just - rots, instead, very carefully trying to hold her hand without cutting it to pieces. ]

[devoutish]

I'm coming.

[He pulls himself up, scrambling to gather both of their things together. Spotting Royce's cloak on the floor, he snatches it up and pulls it on.]

[bywolves]

No. [ Royce manages from across the room. He sounds like he's in physical pain. ] Don't. Won't make it.

[devoutish]

This is not a fucking discussion. I'm not leaving you alone.

[bywolves]

You can't make it. [ Royce snarls. ] Far.

[devoutish]

I'll leave now. I'll run.

[bywolves]

Alfie. [ If you die, you fucker, he's going to kill you himself. Royce hisses, and accidentally cuts through Gwen's skin because he's aggravated. That's - horribly upsetting, but he's distracted. ]

You can't died. Can't. Can't. Hurt. Don't tunnels.

[devoutish]

Royce, I won't. I've been fighting it. You see this, yeah? I haven't been-- I've been--

[Pause. Breathe.]

It hasn't taken me over. And you need somebody, mate. You do.

[bywolves]

[ He hears it. Alfie's fighting it better than Royce is. Royce drags in an unsteady breath. ]

Don't died. [ It's a bit desperate. He's not going to stop Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

I can't do anything for you here.

[He growls, frustrated.]

Fucking helpless.

[bywolves]

Don't need you to do anything. [ Royce says, after a moment. He looks down at Gwen. ]

Not need. Not if you died for it.

[devoutish]

I don't want you being on your own right now.

[bywolves]

Don't want being on own. [ Insistently: ] You need not died. Walk. Not run. Can't make it? Don't walk. Next door.

[devoutish]

I think-- I think I can make it.

[And that's the best he can do.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce growls, but - he doesn't make any move to argue further. He's going to be so pissed later. If Alfie risks himself here, Royce is not going to forget it, in a lot of ways. ]

[devoutish]

Royce.

[He knows how he'd feel if their places were switched, and it's what makes him hesitate. They've been in positions like this before, but switched, and he'd felt fully prepared to stop traveling with Royce if he took too many risks - not because of any sort of power play, but because he couldn't stand the idea of losing him to his own recklessness.

He doesn't want Royce to feel that way now.]

Royce--

[bywolves]

Echoing. [ Royce reminds him, angrily. He carefully sets Gwen down to go over and pick up the tablet. He can't get out what he wants to get out and he's too impatient to pick through the words he knows to elaborately put together a sentence that makes sense. ]

[devoutish]

You've got yes, and no.

Your opinion--- matters. To me, now.

[bywolves]

No. You don't listen. Fighting me. [ The cloak jitters anxiously. He's still missing words and he doesn't know how to get his point across - ] Don't walk and lose. Stop. Stop going not dangerous lockdown. Then not far.

[ He doesn't have until, and he's mad about it. ]

[devoutish]

Fuck off. If I weren't listening, I wouldn't be asking, would I. This is--

[bywolves]

[ Royce throws his tablet against the wall, because his monster brain is incapable of being patient. ]

No. [ Is that clear enough, Alfie? It's louder than anything he's ever said in his life, he thinks. ]

[devoutish]

[There's the sound of a bag thunking to the floor as it's dropped, and the whispery sound of cloth sliding against the wall as Alfie sinks to the floor.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce has to take a bit to calm down. It's a good five minutes of him climbing the walls, and then ten of him carefully, carefully arranging Gwen so she looks like she's asleep. He wipes the blood away using the fabric of his cloak - using himself. And then he finally goes to the tablet and picks it up. ]

I walk. [ Royce says, quietly. ] Not danger for lockdown. Come then.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie's hunkered down in Royce's cloak, hood pulled up. No wonder Royce likes it. It's cozy in there.]

Keep your tablet on. Often. I don't want you on your own now.