[ perhaps she wasn't following. perhaps she wasn't in a position to follow what he means, or maybe she already did and didn't care. she was still with him, talking, and subtly— a claw seeks her palm, and curls, wherever they sit. ]
A prison. [ an all too familiar setting that hardly changes what he feels. it's sad and he hates it and he rejects it with all his might. through their bond, the repudiation stings like sharp blue embers, too hot to pass up. too burning to ignore. he holds her fingers a little tighter. ] Not so different from mine.
[ he's . . . hardly talked about home, with anyone. he didn't plan on it, but the words slip as if he did. ]
You probably weren't even safe, were you?
[ his question oozes with thick doubt. he's heard that story before. ]
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A prison. [ an all too familiar setting that hardly changes what he feels. it's sad and he hates it and he rejects it with all his might. through their bond, the repudiation stings like sharp blue embers, too hot to pass up. too burning to ignore. he holds her fingers a little tighter. ] Not so different from mine.
[ he's . . . hardly talked about home, with anyone. he didn't plan on it, but the words slip as if he did. ]
You probably weren't even safe, were you?
[ his question oozes with thick doubt. he's heard that story before. ]