[He is no longer one of them. The thing that's in him, the echoing, overlapping voices, sink into his mind insidiously, completely, convincingly.
He's good at fighting back against these things, pushing back against things that get into his mind, that try to convince him or control him, but it's different--this is different.
It pries at his soul, eats at his resolve, digs into his heart.
Maybe he's already completely changed and he's just now catching up to it.]
No--no, I'm not--
[He answers the voices now more than anything else, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything, his love for his friends--
But there are things searching through him like he's a thing to be read, taking over, curious and interested, and he feels horribly exposed, his hands tearing at his clothes, his chest, as if that would get them out of him. A cry escapes him--]
I won't betray them, I won't--I can't--
[He falls to his knees, trying to tear at the veins that aren't his, at the warped flesh that isn't his, but the voices tear at him, tear at his soul.
He deserves this, his rotten heart whispers. This was what was always on the inside.]
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He's good at fighting back against these things, pushing back against things that get into his mind, that try to convince him or control him, but it's different--this is different.
It pries at his soul, eats at his resolve, digs into his heart.
Maybe he's already completely changed and he's just now catching up to it.]
No--no, I'm not--
[He answers the voices now more than anything else, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything, his love for his friends--
But there are things searching through him like he's a thing to be read, taking over, curious and interested, and he feels horribly exposed, his hands tearing at his clothes, his chest, as if that would get them out of him. A cry escapes him--]
I won't betray them, I won't--I can't--
[He falls to his knees, trying to tear at the veins that aren't his, at the warped flesh that isn't his, but the voices tear at him, tear at his soul.
He deserves this, his rotten heart whispers. This was what was always on the inside.]