[ He remembers their fight in the desert, their equally matched tempers, the push and pull of their intense and mutually shared love, the fierceness of wanting to have and protect the other. They're drawn to one another in ways that only they could understand and he remembers himself a moment after saying the words; she wanted a better god by her side, not a man who would think she'd want to or ever be willing to pity him. ]
I won't—
[ But then she falters, gripping at him, and all of his self-loathing immediately ceases in light of his worry for her. He holds her carefully against him, moving to lift her now, not even allowing her the chance to protest before attempting to carry her. ]
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I won't—
[ But then she falters, gripping at him, and all of his self-loathing immediately ceases in light of his worry for her. He holds her carefully against him, moving to lift her now, not even allowing her the chance to protest before attempting to carry her. ]
Don't argue with me.