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Moiety
Chapter Thirty-Five: Breathe
Thane coughs into the hospital sheet. It comes away splattered with blood.
Shepard's hand finds his as she curls into his side, her mouth planted at his shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed and she breathes deep. One large, scraping, haggard breath.
If she could, she would breathe enough for the both of them.
"I'm not afraid, siha."
The air leaves her in a single rush and so does her mind.
There is nothing left in her but him.
Her hand grips his tighter as she gasps her trembling response into his skin. "Neither am I."
She lies.
She always has.