[ It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. He's not the same. It's different for him. He doesn't care! He doesn't care!
The voices...they're still there. They won't disperse. He feels himself tremble. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry. He wants to scream.
The mental agony feels unbearable for a single moment so that he can't do any of those things. ]
...Not here. I don't want to.....not here.
[ Maybe Yuri is right. The admission that he gives burns like how he remembered the hole in his chest had. As if he has any right to choose where he wants to die. It's fine, it doesn't matter anymore. He's used to being taken apart, broken, humiliated, scorned, even by himself. The pain that follows will drown out this inconvenience. ]
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[ It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. He's not the same. It's different for him. He doesn't care! He doesn't care!
The voices...they're still there. They won't disperse. He feels himself tremble. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry. He wants to scream.
The mental agony feels unbearable for a single moment so that he can't do any of those things. ]
...Not here. I don't want to.....not here.
[ Maybe Yuri is right. The admission that he gives burns like how he remembered the hole in his chest had. As if he has any right to choose where he wants to die. It's fine, it doesn't matter anymore. He's used to being taken apart, broken, humiliated, scorned, even by himself. The pain that follows will drown out this inconvenience. ]