[It's not that he wants to just be left to die, but he's apathetic. The encounter with the Dementors and the dread powers of the Nazgul carved out his survival instinct and any joie de vivre that he managed to hold onto before the last six weeks crashed down on top of him. It's carved out just about everything except for detachment.
He actually wants her to stay, if only for the company. Talking to someone keeps him from thinking too much, and that's a good place to be, too tired and distracted to think, and she seems nice. Nice and optimistic.
Dixon's so desperate for kindness, and raw, and the gentleness in her voice makes his eyes well up.
He tries to sit up straight a bit, but then feels woozy and sick and slumps back down. He takes a drag of his cigarette; it quells the nausea some. He's shivering and his face is pale; the agonizing cold seems to radiate across his spine and up his shoulderblade, aggravating where he dislocated it a few years back and then again a week ago.]
Dixon. Hi. [He holds out the earbud he's not using to her. Some tinny opera drifts out of the speaker.] You can listen too if you want.
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[It's not that he wants to just be left to die, but he's apathetic. The encounter with the Dementors and the dread powers of the Nazgul carved out his survival instinct and any joie de vivre that he managed to hold onto before the last six weeks crashed down on top of him. It's carved out just about everything except for detachment.
He actually wants her to stay, if only for the company. Talking to someone keeps him from thinking too much, and that's a good place to be, too tired and distracted to think, and she seems nice. Nice and optimistic.
Dixon's so desperate for kindness, and raw, and the gentleness in her voice makes his eyes well up.
He tries to sit up straight a bit, but then feels woozy and sick and slumps back down. He takes a drag of his cigarette; it quells the nausea some. He's shivering and his face is pale; the agonizing cold seems to radiate across his spine and up his shoulderblade, aggravating where he dislocated it a few years back and then again a week ago.]
Dixon. Hi. [He holds out the earbud he's not using to her. Some tinny opera drifts out of the speaker.] You can listen too if you want.