The final repetition came out as a whoosh, as if the breath had been knocked from his chest. He desperately wished her gone.
She said something, so heavily slurred that it took a minute to realize she'd spoken in his language.
He threw an arm over his eyes to hide the tears that broke free even as he choked with laughter. It was a frightening sensation, as though the final strings of sanity had snapped. By the time she touched his shoulder, pain, mirth, and hope all felt like despair and her touch had no power to draw him back.
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