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[heroproceeding]

[ He knows they will. He does- but it's good to hear Jim say it all the same- actually
hear it instead of reading another message, even if it kills him hear that ache in his voice, too. He can take the ungodly freezing temperatures any day over that. But there's no going back.

Still, minutes linger by after Jim's message without a response, ticking away too long after. Just as it seems like the line's gone dead, an audio clip comes up in return. ]

Like he-hell- I won't tr-try. I...

[ He trails off, voice far off and weary. It's such a stupid thing to say maybe. There's nothing he can guarantee. He's admitted as much.

But it's all that he can give. ]

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[rattlingthestars]

Zack? Zack, don't -

[ Jim waits, silent, holding his breath, hoping for one more message. Just one more -

But he's bad at lying to himself. There's none coming. Ten minutes stretch to half an hour, and beyond, and Zack's gone. Again. He's not sure if this is better or worse than Zack's swift, brutal first death. Maybe there is no better or worse, just death.

He waits just a little longer before sending a message he can't bring himself to speak out loud: ]

I don't want you to go.