[ He levels a look at her before he can consciously stop himself, slightly bewildered by the nature of her agreement. Of course it's selfish — why should it be him? Right now, despite the way they'd woken up, he can see they have their faculties about them. After the last however many days of revelry, of booze and smoke and preternatural heat so unlike the fires or fevers he knows, he can't guarantee that'll always be the case. ]
I just don't want you to think you don't have a choice in all this. It's selfish, asking you to choose me.
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I just don't want you to think you don't have a choice in all this. It's selfish, asking you to choose me.
[ But he's not going back on it. ]