the fact that the lady blocks his line of sight with the figure is good enough. the kindness in her voice...it's scathing, like boiled water running down his back and reminding him of what he doesn't deserve, what he can never have.
and even with that thing gone, the fear is still gripping him tightly. he's scared, he's scared, he's so scared-- ]
I-I'm fine. [ and by that he means uninjured. he looks as pale as a corpse, still rigid in her grip. ] I-I'm fine...I'm sorry.
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the fact that the lady blocks his line of sight with the figure is good enough. the kindness in her voice...it's scathing, like boiled water running down his back and reminding him of what he doesn't deserve, what he can never have.
and even with that thing gone, the fear is still gripping him tightly. he's scared, he's scared, he's so scared-- ]
I-I'm fine. [ and by that he means uninjured. he looks as pale as a corpse, still rigid in her grip. ] I-I'm fine...I'm sorry.