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Blaze nods. “You’re going to live a nice long life....I’ll make sure of it.”
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“Thank you.” *Dal frowns a bit, Blaze’s definition of a long life is ABSOLUTELY longer than Dally’s, and she doesn’t want to be immortal.*
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“You okay?”
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“Uh, yeah.” *Dal is a poor liar. She’s [i]technically[/i] fine, but this is something that worries her.*
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“You suck at lying. You know that, right?”
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*She sighs.* “Yeah... so I’ve been told...”
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“So what’s wrong?”
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“I... I don’t [i]want[/i] to be immortal or live to be 1000 or anything like that...”
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“Oh.” Blaze goes white. “Did you think I meant ‘live a long life’ like that?”
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“Yeah... because that’s what makes sense as a long life to you and Fox...”
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Blaze holds his head. “I’m really sorry....I just meant a long human life! But when I say it like that, I feel like I’m talking down to you....”
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“Just... just talk about it like that. It makes it easier to understand what you mean.”
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“Alright....” Blaze says. “I just don’t want to sound like ‘oh, look at the little human with their short lifespan’.”
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“I mean... but that what I am and what it is...”
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“I mean I don’t want to sound like I’m talking down to you!”
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“But you’re not... You’re just being accurate...”
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“Yeah....still don’t like saying it though....”
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“Well it’s just the truth...” “I’ll be around for maybe another 80 years, but you’ll be here until you decide you’re done.”
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Blaze shudders. “Yeah.”
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*Dally notices.* “I’m sorry... I should just stop talking...”
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“No it’s fine.”
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“It really isn’t... I keep reminding you of what you’ll have to go through...”
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“It’s fine.” Blaze says. “I already think about it daily.”
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“oh...”
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“Like I said, it’s fine.”