[ It doesn't feel natural, how cold Basil is. Max has gotten used to touching him being like a shock to her system, something teetering on the edge of dangerous that's come to give her a rush. Now... Well, the rush is still there, but it's vastly different. The warmth is gone. On top of that, the way he's...gasping, it sounds so familiar. Like how she had, trying to adjust to her body's new normal in the early days post-death.
All at once, she wants to warm him up. To save him from this. To restart his dead heart. But if that was something Max could do, she would've for herself a long time ago.
Her grip on his arm tightens. ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, you did.
[ He died, right before her, right in her arms. She felt him stop breathing. ]
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All at once, she wants to warm him up. To save him from this. To restart his dead heart. But if that was something Max could do, she would've for herself a long time ago.
Her grip on his arm tightens. ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, you did.
[ He died, right before her, right in her arms. She felt him stop breathing. ]