"Will you help?"
He closed his eyes. "Go away."
No movement. After a while he cracked one eye and glanced at her. She stared back, unblinking, with that same strange emotion boiling in her gaze.
Better to dash her hopes now, he decided. Not through any softness on his part, though. He just didn't need any over-the-top drama cluttering his last days.
"No."
"Why? It would save your life!"
He laughed. "You don't get it, do you? A thing called reality?"
She frowned.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm still going to die. The only question is who performs the execution."
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100
I'm still alive!
Less than a month before I am finally done with all the moving and stuff. I've got lots of story ideas to write when I have my normal internet access, so don't forget me!