[Nux doesn't feel sick anymore, but his gut still gives a wrench at that.]
I... lived. I lived long enough to see--
[She had pushed him from the rig and he had lived. She had fallen from the same rig -- out of the same door, even, he thinks -- and been crushed by his blood bag at the wheel. It hadn't been anything like glorious, he'd thought even then. It had been brutal and ugly and senseless. He looks down.]
I lived long enough to try to help.
[He doesn't know, now, if there was much glory even in his death, but he knows he at least died for something better. That doesn't help as much as he would have thought it would.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:14 am (UTC)I... lived. I lived long enough to see--
[She had pushed him from the rig and he had lived. She had fallen from the same rig -- out of the same door, even, he thinks -- and been crushed by his blood bag at the wheel. It hadn't been anything like glorious, he'd thought even then. It had been brutal and ugly and senseless. He looks down.]
I lived long enough to try to help.
[He doesn't know, now, if there was much glory even in his death, but he knows he at least died for something better. That doesn't help as much as he would have thought it would.]