[That's not the stilted, formal way they'd both been talking just a moment ago. That's the mark of the walls coming down, the steely resolve shattering. That's Sypha, who half-drops, half-flings herself out of her chair and into his arms, head tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as finally, finally she starts to cry.]
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[That's not the stilted, formal way they'd both been talking just a moment ago. That's the mark of the walls coming down, the steely resolve shattering. That's Sypha, who half-drops, half-flings herself out of her chair and into his arms, head tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder as finally, finally she starts to cry.]
Don't you dare. Don't you dare, Adrian!