"My heart?" Placing a hand against her chest tenderly. "I don't really understand what it is you're going on about. I mean, it's alright for us to kiss and for us to live together. Now you're promising we can stay here and that you want something so undervalued in return?"
Nothing about Archer makes sense to her these days. Was she having trouble keeping reality from the fiction they've had to weave from "home" to "home" or was it that she was just outright tired when it came to running now?
Archer has always been someone she would give herself entirely for. Nothing about that has changed in the years she's come to known him. The boy who never held happiness in his hands deserved it, so if hunting down people to save the day makes him happier than she ever could, who was she to argue otherwise?
Her heart though.
"Ah, I get it now. You're asking me to give up my life in a roundabout way. Magi don't live very long lives, so you only have to humor me for a few more years at the latest. If you can't wait though, um, I guess I could consider it."
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Nothing about Archer makes sense to her these days. Was she having trouble keeping reality from the fiction they've had to weave from "home" to "home" or was it that she was just outright tired when it came to running now?
Archer has always been someone she would give herself entirely for. Nothing about that has changed in the years she's come to known him. The boy who never held happiness in his hands deserved it, so if hunting down people to save the day makes him happier than she ever could, who was she to argue otherwise?
Her heart though.
"Ah, I get it now. You're asking me to give up my life in a roundabout way. Magi don't live very long lives, so you only have to humor me for a few more years at the latest. If you can't wait though, um, I guess I could consider it."