[The question of the crimes attributed to all of them being true or false never crossed his mind, mostly because he'd refused to acknowledge them specifically at all in these few hours. Everyone has or will commit some harm in the world, whatever world they come from. The fact that this place has chosen any particular individuals over others was merely by its whims rather than any logic, he was sure.
But when the words on his parchment were what had changed his life entirely...]
If I don't return in time, it won't—
[Finally, some semblance of willpower returns to him before he finishes the sentence—or perhaps the realization of his crime is hitting him hard enough to silence his thoughts entirely. He shoves a hand over his face again, fingers threaded through his hair, tense enough that Scott might worry he's about to pull it out.]
Shut up, [he hisses to himself through his teeth.] Get a hold of yourself, Altius.
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But when the words on his parchment were what had changed his life entirely...]
If I don't return in time, it won't—
[Finally, some semblance of willpower returns to him before he finishes the sentence—or perhaps the realization of his crime is hitting him hard enough to silence his thoughts entirely. He shoves a hand over his face again, fingers threaded through his hair, tense enough that Scott might worry he's about to pull it out.]
Shut up, [he hisses to himself through his teeth.] Get a hold of yourself, Altius.