[Still begging, but she begins to find some force. There are tears choking her throat and she can't stop them so she might as well use them. She hates crying. She hates it so much and she doesn't know when she'll ever be able to stop now.]
You have to, please, please. Or tomorrow you might say tomorrow again and then again and then it'll never be better...
[She's not only talking about the blood, though she barely realises that herself.]
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[Still begging, but she begins to find some force. There are tears choking her throat and she can't stop them so she might as well use them. She hates crying. She hates it so much and she doesn't know when she'll ever be able to stop now.]
You have to, please, please. Or tomorrow you might say tomorrow again and then again and then it'll never be better...
[She's not only talking about the blood, though she barely realises that herself.]