[ marta quiets for some time, keeping her uncertainties to herself. she hadn't much thought about a cost to all this. probably because she had (foolishly) assumed the cost was this — the time, the energy. the wear and tear of doing what they had to do in order to fulfill their own selfish goals.
but there's always more to it than that, isn't there? nothing that can be undone, will be done so easily. ]
Get some rest, Blue.
[ marta gives his hand another gentle squeeze before settling herself back on her feet. it wouldn't be wise to get him too worked up now. ]
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but there's always more to it than that, isn't there? nothing that can be undone, will be done so easily. ]
Get some rest, Blue.
[ marta gives his hand another gentle squeeze before settling herself back on her feet. it wouldn't be wise to get him too worked up now. ]