No, [he whispers, still hunched over. He does wish he could feel nothing, even still. It's only that there's something else he wants more than that.] But—
[Hadn't he decided long ago? That he'd do whatever it took, no matter how much pain it caused him. No matter how exhausted he got. No matter the cost. His eyes return to his hands, still held close to his head, watching as some of the darkness dissolves to show burned fingers.]
no subject
[Hadn't he decided long ago? That he'd do whatever it took, no matter how much pain it caused him. No matter how exhausted he got. No matter the cost. His eyes return to his hands, still held close to his head, watching as some of the darkness dissolves to show burned fingers.]
How could I forget...?