[No; she knows not to give up. Whether it's through the thrill of manic victory or those tired, worn, times when she realizes it's endless, she still fights.
And her companion isn't giving up, either. Mercury's here, in the end, mostly because someone else is, and because to be alone is the worst thing. She won't consign him to that. Darkness, Light; that matters so much less.
It's the waiting she has no faith in, the so-called promise to be here.]
And you believe that? [Tell her yes. And make her believe it, too.]
[Vaguely in the back of his mind, he registers that he's spoken with her before. Knows that she's been here for him sometime in the past. Maybe even saved him. He's caught in the in between, caught between his memories and his dream, so it's difficult but...]
[Her knows her. That brings a little more coherency into his expression.]
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[In this state, it's less that he's seeing who she is and more that he's feeling. The hand is a comfort, encouragement. And he hangs on for just a little longer.]
You'll stay? You're... gonna wait with me. No matter what?
[It's soft at first, the barest of whispers that reach their ears. But eventually the sound grows, like voices beyond the door conversing with each other.]
[And maybe, just maybe. Mercury may recognize one or two of them. The voices of friends or family, from once upon a time.]
[There's no one she calls friend these days. But despite her stubborn semantics, there are voices she almost thinks she distinguishes. She turns her head, as though listening for their source.]
And her companion isn't giving up, either. Mercury's here, in the end, mostly because someone else is, and because to be alone is the worst thing. She won't consign him to that. Darkness, Light; that matters so much less.
It's the waiting she has no faith in, the so-called promise to be here.]
And you believe that? [Tell her yes. And make her believe it, too.]
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[Vaguely in the back of his mind, he registers that he's spoken with her before. Knows that she's been here for him sometime in the past. Maybe even saved him. He's caught in the in between, caught between his memories and his dream, so it's difficult but...]
[Her knows her. That brings a little more coherency into his expression.]
Ami?
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I know you. [She may be as Mercury now, but much is effectively the same, and in the dream it's simply accepted. Easily.] It's me.
[And it might be imagination, or her hand might grasp his just a little tighter now. Just a little.]
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You'll stay? You're... gonna wait with me. No matter what?
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[A fool. Ridiculous. Letting that side of herself that she hasn't been able to cut out, rule her decision.]
planning to stay.
[The words make it alright, make a simple decision, perhaps even a whim; nothing to do with softness.]
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They're gonna try and make you leave. But you gotta stay.
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They can try.
[Her tone says the rest: they won't get anywhere for trying.]
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[And maybe, just maybe. Mercury may recognize one or two of them. The voices of friends or family, from once upon a time.]
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