[Sparkling had asked for the water, but it's unlikely he'll even bother with trying to drink it right now. He lacks the energy to reach for it, and it had just been a convenient way to get Spike in the door without outright telling him what was going on, anyway. He'll try his best not to let the effort of bothering to get it go to waste, but that's something for future him to deal with. If he makes it there.
Sparkling leans his head back against his pillows, looking across at Spike with hazel eyes that are far less bright than usual. They're not quite glazed over, but they are very tired and resigned. Yet, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, he manages a smile as he's ever trying to do, but it's a bitter one. There's no humor in it.]
No.
[If he's going to die, he'd rather at least go on his own terms. Not terrified, uncertain if he'd even wake up or if he'd die on that operating table. What a way to go, after everything.]
I can't say this feels much like home, either.
[...]
I-
[He starts, stops. Almost aborts the sentence, but convinces himself to say it anyway, because maybe...]
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Sparkling leans his head back against his pillows, looking across at Spike with hazel eyes that are far less bright than usual. They're not quite glazed over, but they are very tired and resigned. Yet, even if it doesn't reach his eyes, he manages a smile as he's ever trying to do, but it's a bitter one. There's no humor in it.]
No.
[If he's going to die, he'd rather at least go on his own terms. Not terrified, uncertain if he'd even wake up or if he'd die on that operating table. What a way to go, after everything.]
I can't say this feels much like home, either.
[...]
I-
[He starts, stops. Almost aborts the sentence, but convinces himself to say it anyway, because maybe...]
I miss home.