[ He reaches out now β again, for his shoulder, the anger has bled away and there's this guilty, sad thing at his core β he tightens his grip there. This thing, he sees it. It's like it wants to swallow him, and make him into this meek, fearful man, who fears... them leaving. Them hating him.
Ah, doesn't he know that just as well? That fear, the way it can stay a hand? The fear so sharp it can make one feel nauseous and shake? That they would finally leave? That they would hate you for something, and then it's over. Then every effort, everything was ruined? That there would be nothing left?
Oh, doesn't he know that fear? Does it stifle him in this same way it does Vergilius, and he cannot see it? ]
You would do anything for him, wouldn't you? [ Except tell him the truth, remains in the air, unsaid. He leaned forward, his head tipped to peer at those eyes beneath long bangs. ]
I know you would. You should accept that. Don't you want to make the most of time you have if you save him?
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[ He reaches out now β again, for his shoulder, the anger has bled away and there's this guilty, sad thing at his core β he tightens his grip there. This thing, he sees it. It's like it wants to swallow him, and make him into this meek, fearful man, who fears... them leaving. Them hating him.
Ah, doesn't he know that just as well? That fear, the way it can stay a hand? The fear so sharp it can make one feel nauseous and shake? That they would finally leave? That they would hate you for something, and then it's over. Then every effort, everything was ruined? That there would be nothing left?
Oh, doesn't he know that fear? Does it stifle him in this same way it does Vergilius, and he cannot see it? ]
You would do anything for him, wouldn't you? [ Except tell him the truth, remains in the air, unsaid. He leaned forward, his head tipped to peer at those eyes beneath long bangs. ]
I know you would. You should accept that. Don't you want to make the most of time you have if you save him?