[SHENHE.... rang's emotions are so very fond, a reflection of how he felt when he first met her -- this strange human (who he thought wasn't human at the time) who for some reason agreed with him on things no one else would have.]
And if I do? [the emotion here is teasing,] Will you drag me from the afterlife and punch me?
Rang looks back at Shenhe, though his emotions are less amused and more touched in a way that hurts. You were supposed to hate me. But he had the opportunity to let that happen before, weeks ago, and something had stopped him then, had made him try to make Shenhe understand him.
And she tried in return, more than anyone else had done at the time. I'll miss you.]
Who knew that we'd still be friends?
[he's not looking forward to the dreary existence he'll have again without her, but]
But I don't hate that we are. [...] So I'll remember you too.
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And if I do? [the emotion here is teasing,] Will you drag me from the afterlife and punch me?
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[... punches his arm.
and then holds his hand? touch week, technically, and also she's just going to be fckin tsun at him.]
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he holds her hand back, teehee.]
I never have. [though he hopes that shenhe can live her life without being too concerned about seeing him again. he doesn't really deserve it,
but he is grateful to have it,]
I'll do my best to survive. It'd be embarrassing if I died before you. Again.
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it softens, just a little.]
Yes, it would be. [don't just agree] At least die with dignity if you're going to.
[...] If I don't see you again, Rang, I want you to know that you are a dear friend to me. I had none, before I came here. So... I will remember you.
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Rang looks back at Shenhe, though his emotions are less amused and more touched in a way that hurts. You were supposed to hate me. But he had the opportunity to let that happen before, weeks ago, and something had stopped him then, had made him try to make Shenhe understand him.
And she tried in return, more than anyone else had done at the time. I'll miss you.]
Who knew that we'd still be friends?
[he's not looking forward to the dreary existence he'll have again without her, but]
But I don't hate that we are. [...] So I'll remember you too.