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[deathstrumpcard]

//Filtered to Jezebel//

[He's still a little miffed, but his concern outweighs his annoyance.]

Doctor? Where are you?

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[deathofdelilah]

[Jezebel couldn't stand this. He shifted in his seat so he could turn to face Cassian, his hands going to his torso and his face wearing an expression that was almost a plea.]

You're being foolish. This...this is nothing. You have your life back again, and I will not let you put that at risk over something I am more than able to tolerate.

[deathstrumpcard]

[He was torn between yelling and pulling the doctor close. There were too many emotions.]

Tolerate? Jezebel, this is going to kill you!

[deathofdelilah]

[Jezebel's breaths grew shakier, and he leaned his forehead against Cassian's torso, close enough to feel his heartbeat pulsing under his riibs. He wanted to pull Cassian close to tell him to stop, to have him listen, but he knew all too well that Cassian's actions were well beyond his control.]

It won't. He has use for me. You told me when I died before it was to take a bullet for him. He's in no danger, so there is no danger for me.

[Which was a lie, he knew it was a lie, but he couldn't simply tell Cassian that it didn't matter what happened to him.]

[deathstrumpcard]

[He moved closer, careful not to touch any of the doctor's wounds.]

That was then...this isn't London or even Delilah. Things are already different just by us being here, he could still kill you.

[deathofdelilah]

He won't. He doesn't have anyone else, except Aion. I'm much more use to him alive than dead.

[Jezebel enjoyed the sensation of Cassian's closeness, the strange, warm feeling of him that made him feel safer even when he knew it was stupid to feel that way.] Please. Let this go. I like how things are now and here, at my father's side...and with you right here. Don't try to change what I don't want to be changed.