[ it is useless, for the most part. don will always throw caution to the wind if someone's in trouble. if there's something, someone she needs to protect.

...

but it still nestles against her heart, half because it reminds her of gregor (asking her to be careful, to think about herself some more) and half because it's true. even if it's an infinite amount of times, the more she dies, the more she revives, eventually there won't be a don quixote to die anymore. just a girl.

might seem like a strange move, maybe. but don moves to sit behind daan, more on his good side, and rests against him. sometimes hurt needs a little companionship. this is what she's learned, though more with holding hands than... this. ]

I cannot promise I will not die, dearest Daan, for my feet move quicker than my mind when it comes to what must be done. [ justice and the like. ] But I can promise that I do not intend to die unless unavoidable, and that I shall not lose myself. Even Don Quixote can keep herself in check at times.

[ incapacitate instead of decapitate, nearly dying over dead... she can do that much. ]

And, of course, thou shalt be the first I turn to when I am injured. I very much appreciate the offer.