[ Jake almost scoffs, but not really. The sound is too defeated and weak for that; it's closer to a sob in the end. He lifts his head from Namora's shoulder, but by no means does he draw back any further. He takes a comfort in the feel of her fingers on his back, and his breathing noticeably steadies. ] I wish it was that easy. He's died before, and he still came back. He always here.
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I just need to be stronger.