[ so this is it, then. she counts each breath she takes, wondering which one will be her last. jackson's scales are cool to the touch, and not at all what she thought they would feel like; not rough or uneven just a smooth plane. she looks into his now open eyes and sees the slitted pupil of a reptile, the blow was about to land any minute now...
but why-- why is he hesitating? surely the incentive of home was enough to spur him into action, but he does nothing further than grasp onto her arm. ]
Jackson? [ every second he hesitates gives her a little bit of hope that this won't be her last moment. ]
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but why-- why is he hesitating? surely the incentive of home was enough to spur him into action, but he does nothing further than grasp onto her arm. ]
Jackson? [ every second he hesitates gives her a little bit of hope that this won't be her last moment. ]