[I would, sir, but I have not time for the dough to rise. Perhaps another time?
(Pizza is so troublesome. Foccacia, almost, with things on top.)
I don't like smiting people, though...]
Brooke closed her eyes, reluctant to leave the comfort which Justin provided. She stood, weapon in hand, and embraced him.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Turning to face the man or beast before her, she spoke.
"I cannot kill you. I could never live with that pain and guilt.
I cannot hurt you or bear look at you. You are more than kind and, quite frankly, you are willing to sacrifice so much for others that I can hardly hope to compare in my time, borrowed or otherwise."
The girl advanced, unshaken and fearless.
She stood on tip-toes and, before he could react, placed a kiss on what could best be considered his cheek.
She turned, finally. Facing Justin once more, and, although he couldn't see, she blew him a kiss.
Two seconds.
Two heartbeats
Stopped.
She was frozen.
The two figures were locked, her in front of him, both speared by the god-sent blade.
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