[ Edgin lets out a breath, glad to see at least one thing is going his way in this nightmare, that Kirk is helping.
He's still overwhelmed by the smell of blood in the air, sickened at the way he wants to drink it, and if not Zia's, then at least someone. He tries to focus on Kirk--reminds himself that's a desire it's okay for him to have. That he's not going to hurt him. That it would be better to hurt him than to hurt Kira. ]
Please.
[ It comes out choked and small. He tries to gently nudge her away, but Kira wants none of it. You always do this! You always ruin everything, and then you leave me you. ]
You're not...not not even making sense anymore.
[ it's punctuated with a broken laugh, tired and giving up . ]
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He's still overwhelmed by the smell of blood in the air, sickened at the way he wants to drink it, and if not Zia's, then at least someone. He tries to focus on Kirk--reminds himself that's a desire it's okay for him to have. That he's not going to hurt him. That it would be better to hurt him than to hurt Kira. ]
Please.
[ It comes out choked and small. He tries to gently nudge her away, but Kira wants none of it. You always do this! You always ruin everything, and then you leave me you. ]
You're not...not not even making sense anymore.
[ it's punctuated with a broken laugh, tired and giving up . ]