As much as he hates to say it. As much as it's not... all that reassuring. It's honest. And he lets his walls down enough to allow that through. He's doing the best he can here, trying to reassure.
"The walls are... whatever you need them to be. Like me -- it's the stars." He shrugs, pushing metal fingers through his hair as he tries to figure out how to explain it. "Something easy to pull up. Imagery. A visual you can use to separate yourself from, well. Everything else."
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As much as he hates to say it. As much as it's not... all that reassuring. It's honest. And he lets his walls down enough to allow that through. He's doing the best he can here, trying to reassure.
"The walls are... whatever you need them to be. Like me -- it's the stars." He shrugs, pushing metal fingers through his hair as he tries to figure out how to explain it. "Something easy to pull up. Imagery. A visual you can use to separate yourself from, well. Everything else."