[Silence follows again, long enough to almost make it seem like she's decided not to tell him after all, as she tries to figure out what to say. How much to say. How much he might know already.]
Dying.
[It's blunt, harsh, when she finally says it, letting it out there. There's no way to beat around it and make it sound better, and she doesn't try. It's still hard to think about. It still hurts.]
I was dying. For real this time, I think. I blacked out, and I woke up in Asgard.
[And if he wants to know more, either he's going to have to ask, or tell her his.]
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Dying.
[It's blunt, harsh, when she finally says it, letting it out there. There's no way to beat around it and make it sound better, and she doesn't try. It's still hard to think about. It still hurts.]
I was dying. For real this time, I think. I blacked out, and I woke up in Asgard.
[And if he wants to know more, either he's going to have to ask, or tell her his.]
Your turn.