‘ scott, ‘ she’s leaning against one of the bookshelves, hand pressing against her wound. the same one that killed her. blood is oozing from it, but she pushes herself off the shelf, walking towards him. ‘ don’t. don’t open your eyes, scott. don’t let them win. ‘ she can feel the anuk-ite in their presence, eyes closing as she reaches out to him. ‘ scott, fight it. keep your eyes closed. it’s okay, i believe in you. ‘
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