After wrapping up my conversation with Priscilla, I made my way toward the cafeteria.
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Cleenah asked.
"What do you think my chances are of being alive in a month?" I asked her.
[<…Low.>]
I let out a quiet sigh. "Then I can't afford to act like I'll take responsibility for her. If I die, I need to make sure she won't completely lose herself. I don't want to leave her in a dangerous state."
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"Yeah. Like any addict, the withdrawal will be brutal at first, but after that, they come out stronger, right? That's what I'm doing with Elizabeth."
It was the best way to help her. A necessary suffering.
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If I survive, huh...
"Then, obviously, I'd want to start something real with her—something beyond just sharing blood."
As I reached the cafeteria, my eyes scanned the room for Rodolf.
"Amael!"
