It takes Ellie a moment to put it together, that this magic definitely wouldn't have been the kind that anyone approved of.
Blood magic.
A shiver crawls up between her shoulder blades, and Ellie smooths her hands over her arms, pushing all the breath out of her lungs.
"What fucking choice did you have?" she asks, because obviously there wasn't one. They couldn't just let their friend die. Not when it was possible to save him. If Ellie had been in that position, she wouldn't have hesitated either.
But she understands, now. Why Abby would struggle with it, and why she would need to tell someone. Later, she'll be a little fucked up over the fact that it was her. Not because she disagrees; but because they both know that Ellie will never, ever breathe a word to anyone. And Abby knows that about her.
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Blood magic.
A shiver crawls up between her shoulder blades, and Ellie smooths her hands over her arms, pushing all the breath out of her lungs.
"What fucking choice did you have?" she asks, because obviously there wasn't one. They couldn't just let their friend die. Not when it was possible to save him. If Ellie had been in that position, she wouldn't have hesitated either.
But she understands, now. Why Abby would struggle with it, and why she would need to tell someone. Later, she'll be a little fucked up over the fact that it was her. Not because she disagrees; but because they both know that Ellie will never, ever breathe a word to anyone. And Abby knows that about her.