[He truly hates that look of understanding. Because he does feel it still. And there's a scorn to it too in his mind. How can this fragile burning thing ever understand the true unrelenting glorious terror of the world that he made.
And he hates himself for feeling that way.
And then things turn so quickly, and his breath catches as Aelwyn pulls out the nitrogen and begins... oh god...]
Stop. Just- let him write a statement, or give me one... you don't need to- not yet.
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And he hates himself for feeling that way.
And then things turn so quickly, and his breath catches as Aelwyn pulls out the nitrogen and begins... oh god...]
Stop. Just- let him write a statement, or give me one... you don't need to- not yet.