[ His hand feels little except the warmth inside it. He catalogues these things instead of the constant, phantom aches that usually make touch unbearable. ]
...Perhaps it will. I might only continue to see the merit of such places in the end, if so. Even if originally, I held no interest in such places...
[ Blade inadvertently squeezes the hand in his, gently. Selfishly, he hopes to feel this sensation again. Even if it breaks him. Though, he doesn't know when he would ever again, but in this moment, he will cherish it. ]
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[ His hand feels little except the warmth inside it. He catalogues these things instead of the constant, phantom aches that usually make touch unbearable. ]
...Perhaps it will. I might only continue to see the merit of such places in the end, if so. Even if originally, I held no interest in such places...
[ Blade inadvertently squeezes the hand in his, gently. Selfishly, he hopes to feel this sensation again. Even if it breaks him. Though, he doesn't know when he would ever again, but in this moment, he will cherish it. ]