[Maybe this would be easier if he was less optimistic, less hopeful, put less faith in his miracles and his messiahs and his own immortality. As it is, he still thinks they have a chance, even as the cannibals surround them. He murmurs back a love you too, but it's meant as a reassurance, not a good-bye. Then, louder:]
Don't let go.
[He clutches Jade to him tighter, lowering his head and attempting to charge out of the throng. It's a stupid move, a hopeless one, but since when have any of his ideas been anything but?]
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Don't let go.
[He clutches Jade to him tighter, lowering his head and attempting to charge out of the throng. It's a stupid move, a hopeless one, but since when have any of his ideas been anything but?]