[ to say shiro feels uneasy would be an understatement. the lights turn on and for one blessed moment, everything goes quiet inside him, only for that brightness to suddenly feel like a spotlight. adrenaline ramps up and his breathing shallows, even as he rushes through words he never intended on saying to romelle. but are those words truly meant for romelle? no. he’s talking to someone – something else. who is watching? who is judging? he can’t say, every aspect of his awareness is weighed down and tainted with some unbridled panic he can’t even begin to rationalize.
is this a panic attack? yes? no? he can’t get his bearings. all he knows is there are words bubbling up inside him, clawing up his throat and demanding to be said. he tries to swallow them back, but his mouth has gone dry and in the next moment, he’s tripping up on a stutter. ]
I – I didn’t want to. I was forced. [ is he talking about his killing sprees or is he explaining the why behind this odd conversation starter?
he throws a glance behind himself, only to find nothing there. the firm shake of his head does little to right the jumble of this thoughts and once more, he tries to shift the blame off himself. ] They would’ve killed me too if I didn’t keep them cheering.
ah romelle, wanna hear about how the galra are extra terrible
is this a panic attack? yes? no? he can’t get his bearings. all he knows is there are words bubbling up inside him, clawing up his throat and demanding to be said. he tries to swallow them back, but his mouth has gone dry and in the next moment, he’s tripping up on a stutter. ]
I – I didn’t want to. I was forced. [ is he talking about his killing sprees or is he explaining the why behind this odd conversation starter?
he throws a glance behind himself, only to find nothing there. the firm shake of his head does little to right the jumble of this thoughts and once more, he tries to shift the blame off himself. ] They would’ve killed me too if I didn’t keep them cheering.