[Adstringendum Call-Out Post]
[This is the post where, if your character and Sango are set up for a conversation/offline and no immediate post or log is available, we can play out said interactions. Just slap up a comment with offline/type of media and perhaps a date, and go go go!]
[But even though she knows she's going to die, Sango feels calm descend over her. Calm and certainty and relief. From the day she arrived in Adstringendum, it's like she's been waiting for this moment. No... it's been longer. She's had so many close calls, so many moments where she's been prepared to die, that right now feels surreal--she's detached from it all. Like with many things, the anticipation of it all is worse than the actual dying, and she is surprised and dazedly pleased to find this.]
[There's also what Castiel told her. That the death cycle in Adstringendum is currently off. She'll die--and in a few minutes she'll wake with the same fatal injuries, and die again. But the loop is possible to escape (Castiel is living proof) and there is no price deducted from these deaths.]
[The only thing that had been left to scare Sango about dying--here, at least--was coming back, and missing something important.]
[Perhaps with this logic--that nothing of value would be lost--it would've been wiser not to save her brother, when she knew perfectly well what would result. But this is Kohaku. Even if she would lose something, it'd be worth it. Even if she had to die over and over again, saving him would be worth it. He is the only one left.]
[She opens her mouth to say something--coughs blood into the crook of her arm, and then continues.]
Stay safe.
[Because after all, that's what she did this for, right? She can't even feel the pain, though there's the peculiar sensation of the life ebbing away. Peculiar, because she's never felt this before--she's never come close to accepting death--and if she didn't do it now then she knows she'd be fighting so hard she wouldn't notice it leaving. But here, now--she'll be back in a few minutes. And it is going to be okay.]
[She is wrong, of course, and blissfully unaware of it.]
I'll... be back.
[She swallows hard and tries to breathe and smiles, and it's meant to be reassuring--because of course she means in a few minutes, not a week from now as in reality--but perhaps it has adverse effects. Obviously it won't be pretty to watch her die again and again, but she can't seem to catch her breath to tell him to get a healer. He'll figure it out, won't he? And if he doesn't she can tell him in a few minutes.]
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