[The thought I don't want this is beating around first and foremost in his brain. The immediate present blurred into countless other times he'd fought and been restrained. Countless other times someone had done it to him against his will. Times it happened at the hands of yellow-eyed assailants.]
[Don't put me under--]
(Stop doing this.)
[Suddenly, he doesn't care who this is. He can't believe it's the same person who'd offered his help. The same person who used music and missed a friend.]
[This is alien and cold and Galra and it needs to let goN O W.]
(Don't hold me like this--)
[He's almost surprised to hear the warning in the words. Feel the way his breath is ragged and gasping in his chest. The feeling of sparking heat in one hand. The grip may be weak, but he's had no experience fighting against something like this.]
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[Don't put me under--]
(Stop doing this.)
[Suddenly, he doesn't care who this is. He can't believe it's the same person who'd offered his help. The same person who used music and missed a friend.]
[This is alien and cold and Galra and it needs to let go N O W.]
(Don't hold me like this--)
[He's almost surprised to hear the warning in the words. Feel the way his breath is ragged and gasping in his chest. The feeling of sparking heat in one hand. The grip may be weak, but he's had no experience fighting against something like this.]
[The growling sound of his own is new.]
(Let. Go.)