When we return home, I will miss that something from here.
[ A preamble as he strings the proper words, but they stop here because the cup in his hand rattles louder. Quietly, he musters all of his fortitude and control into keeping his hand steady. He's successful... And this means he can continue without scaring her.
He can say this as who he wants to be, not as the monster he is or the monster the Prism makes of him. ]
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[ A preamble as he strings the proper words, but they stop here because the cup in his hand rattles louder. Quietly, he musters all of his fortitude and control into keeping his hand steady. He's successful... And this means he can continue without scaring her.
He can say this as who he wants to be, not as the monster he is or the monster the Prism makes of him. ]
It's... This.