[ he complains, but she's right. It is warm. It's... nice. It's comforting. That must have been what he was looking for - comfort. Why? Why does he need to be comforted after tonight. Objectively, it was a success. No one he was particularly close to died, and tonight, nobody innocent was convicted, against all odds. They even got closer to understanding how this place might work, and fingered a second potential culprit. So why doesn't he feel satisfied? He feels like there's a hole inside of his body, and the rest of him is swirling around it like a drain while he focuses outward and pretends nothing is wrong.
Is it his memories? He should have stopped caring about those a long time ago. He shouldn't even be getting close to someone like this... ]
... Something's wrong, [ he mumbles, out of nowhere. he curls his head inward, his hair grazing her back. ] Something's wrong with me...
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[ he complains, but she's right. It is warm. It's... nice. It's comforting. That must have been what he was looking for - comfort. Why? Why does he need to be comforted after tonight. Objectively, it was a success. No one he was particularly close to died, and tonight, nobody innocent was convicted, against all odds. They even got closer to understanding how this place might work, and fingered a second potential culprit. So why doesn't he feel satisfied? He feels like there's a hole inside of his body, and the rest of him is swirling around it like a drain while he focuses outward and pretends nothing is wrong.
Is it his memories? He should have stopped caring about those a long time ago. He shouldn't even be getting close to someone like this... ]
... Something's wrong, [ he mumbles, out of nowhere. he curls his head inward, his hair grazing her back. ] Something's wrong with me...