[His frustration rises, and with it comes what feels like knives in his head and chest, and pins and needles in his extremities. Altius can't help with moving himself any longer.]
You know it was all fake, [he grits through his teeth, eyes wrenched shut as his body screams at him to—he doesn't know what. To stop; to stop everything. But he can't just give up.]
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You know it was all fake, [he grits through his teeth, eyes wrenched shut as his body screams at him to—he doesn't know what. To stop; to stop everything. But he can't just give up.]
So why...