( You're one to speak of rest. ) [ A reactionary thought that may have never been uttered if not for the connection. A snide whisper under the breath. Between that and all his other thoughts there's a tinge of regret, an unspoken apology that would just taste like more bile coming up.
Instead he tries to calm, to make their shared nausea ease. Meanwhile, rage sharpens to resolve. Whether it's all his isn't clear. The image of her still so profoundly imprinted in his mind, fixated. ]
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Instead he tries to calm, to make their shared nausea ease. Meanwhile, rage sharpens to resolve. Whether it's all his isn't clear. The image of her still so profoundly imprinted in his mind, fixated. ]
( Find the knife and bring it to me. )