[ She shushes him gently, quietly, because she knows he's sorry; she knows none of this is intentional or his fault or something he can control. She knows he's fighting. She knows he's doing everything that he can.
Right now, it's just not enough.
Her chest tightens as Peter's breathing hitches, and for a moment, it's so hard to breathe, because she doesn't want to say goodbye. She doesn't want to let him go. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, her own inhale hitching as she crushes him to her, holds him so close— ]
I love you.
[ Again, murmured and hurried. ]
You won't do this alone.
[ And as much as she wants to cling to him and keep him grounded with her in that moment, she knows it won't save him. Instead of clutching him tight, she starts to ease him back down to the pillows, resettling with him. She can't let it look suspicious when Ego regains control, and if it seemed like she'd been having an entire moment without Ego's knowledge, that could put them all in danger. ]
I'm right here.
[ She strokes back his hair, pressing her lips in a tight line as she takes a deep breath, forces herself to let it go slowly, incrementally. She closes her eyes, loosens her grip, so it's like she's only been holding him unconsciously, urged closer in her sleep – the way she used to, before all of this. ]
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[ She shushes him gently, quietly, because she knows he's sorry; she knows none of this is intentional or his fault or something he can control. She knows he's fighting. She knows he's doing everything that he can.
Right now, it's just not enough.
Her chest tightens as Peter's breathing hitches, and for a moment, it's so hard to breathe, because she doesn't want to say goodbye. She doesn't want to let him go. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, her own inhale hitching as she crushes him to her, holds him so close— ]
I love you.
[ Again, murmured and hurried. ]
You won't do this alone.
[ And as much as she wants to cling to him and keep him grounded with her in that moment, she knows it won't save him. Instead of clutching him tight, she starts to ease him back down to the pillows, resettling with him. She can't let it look suspicious when Ego regains control, and if it seemed like she'd been having an entire moment without Ego's knowledge, that could put them all in danger. ]
I'm right here.
[ She strokes back his hair, pressing her lips in a tight line as she takes a deep breath, forces herself to let it go slowly, incrementally. She closes her eyes, loosens her grip, so it's like she's only been holding him unconsciously, urged closer in her sleep – the way she used to, before all of this. ]