[And her thoughts twist to that, almost in tandem with his, had she any clue what he was thinking-he deserves a warning.

But that sudden you didn't makes her choke on whatever words she had been ready to blurt out-to get it over with, to see if it changed anything, to see if that made this conversation end. To see if it made it pointless, because he wouldn't want to be around her anymore. She should've made it clear prior to this-before he showed her parts of his heart that were difficult to vocalize and share. Whatever relief came from those confessions could turn to regret in just a few minutes, a few seconds and-

She mumbles something. Words not loud enough to make out, even with how close they are, and she knows that.

But that you didn't rings through her mind again and again.

And again and again.

And that trust for her brother is what makes those words finally force their way past the sudden dryness in her throat and-]

I'm very sick. Something in me is bad and-

[One second, two seconds, she probably doesn't even need to say it. He's a smart guy. She knew that from the moment they met.]

I'm supposed to die. I think-if I leave this place, that's going to happen very soon.

[It makes this relationship with her worthless, when the end result won't change. All the care he gave her, all the gifts, all the words they shared and memories they made-it won't matter, when someone like her just took and took without warning him of the inevitable outcome.]