[her hand shoots out and catches his wrist, grips it, not tight enough to hurt but tight enough so he can't shake her off like he always does, always tries to, in every way that she hates.]
I don't want you to die.
[small and miserable and almost inaudible, too-honest, too-raw. I don't want you to die because I don't know what I'd do.]
Re: action
I don't want you to die.
[small and miserable and almost inaudible, too-honest, too-raw. I don't want you to die because I don't know what I'd do.]