[ she doesn't plan to draw this out longer than is necessary. they've made this conscious decision together, and there's nothing left to do but do it; he's right. the longer they wait here, the more she feels the itch in her lungs, can see the way her vision is blurring around the edges.
her knife; her cut; her choice. this is her choice. their choice. (isn't it?)
so Jinx looks into his eyes as if to ensure he's steeled himself as best he's able - and with one decisive, purposeful downward swing and an harsh grunt--
the knife cleanly severs Silco's hand at the wrist, painting the sap-covered blade a bright and vivid red. ]
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her knife; her cut; her choice. this is her choice. their choice. (isn't it?)
so Jinx looks into his eyes as if to ensure he's steeled himself as best he's able - and with one decisive, purposeful downward swing and an harsh grunt--
the knife cleanly severs Silco's hand at the wrist, painting the sap-covered blade a bright and vivid red. ]