[Mary moves her body upward so she can cradle his head in her arms, laying a kiss on his temple.]
I love you.
[She wishes she didn't. It would be easier if she didn't. Or if she loved him but hadn't loved Assassin just a touch more desperately. Ichigo's been like a brother to her and Assassin a father, but that's just it: a father's approval is what she's craved her whole life. It's worth ruining everything she has for, no matter how much it feels like she's setting fire to herself.]
I love you, I love you, I love you.
[Mary doesn't know how to comfort him. She's afraid of dying, too, and she doesn't know just how deep his fears lie. All she can do is give him the most of herself that she can, and hope that it numbs that fear just a bit.]
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I love you.
[She wishes she didn't. It would be easier if she didn't. Or if she loved him but hadn't loved Assassin just a touch more desperately. Ichigo's been like a brother to her and Assassin a father, but that's just it: a father's approval is what she's craved her whole life. It's worth ruining everything she has for, no matter how much it feels like she's setting fire to herself.]
I love you, I love you, I love you.
[Mary doesn't know how to comfort him. She's afraid of dying, too, and she doesn't know just how deep his fears lie. All she can do is give him the most of herself that she can, and hope that it numbs that fear just a bit.]