[ Her face is turned away, the set of her hair over her face to keep her expression hidden to herself, because neither of them can look at each other, it seems. She swallows, dry, the air seems so lacking in warmth now and she should have known this could never have ended well. But in her desperate to keep her close to her, to reconcile this pull between them, she had ignored it all for the hope of something else instead. So willing to shut her eyes, and she'd lie, except she'd promised she never would about herself again, or on anyone else's behalf.

Presses her lips together, and it is so, so quiet, what she knows is worse, than whatever it is Parker fears would happen to her. That the hive would consume her, and no doubt, one day she would make that sacrifice. But in that way, she would always be part of the hive. ]

Because I'm dead, Parker, the symbiote is the only thing keeping me alive. My father ruined me, he destroyed my body so utterly and my life meant nothing, that what the hive has done for me is the only reason I am with you now. I can't risk my body rejecting it, or it rejecting me.

[ She can't be sure what causes it, why some of them go to sleep, but she was determined with all of herself to keep hanging onto this chance of life that she had been so utterly denied. She wouldn't risk the chance that it ended a day too soon. This - all of it - was too precious, that for the first time in her life she could truly help the people she cared about. That she could kiss Parker until her body went numb with it - it's all because they had taken her away, given her this moment.

And now, she does push away, side-stepping out from under her, her arms tucking in close to her and shut herself away. It's done, it's just... done. She doesn't have anything else to say really. ] I'm... I'm going to go, okay?