[The facade he's put on to try and get through this is quickly falling away as the reality of what he's agreed to do sinks in. Could he rationalize it, because it was just a game? Or think of it like Childe offering? Did that make a difference?]
[Maybe in some respects, it did. But it didn't change the fact that the taste was going to be a reminder of what he is, what he's done, and what he has to do just to go on living.]
[He reaches down and gingerly takes Childe's arm, his own hands visibly trembling. He's only really done this twice. The last time was with One, just before he left, and only at One's instance.]
[But the time before that--]
[Ultimately, he won't even get close enough to be leaning down before he tries tapping out.]
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[The facade he's put on to try and get through this is quickly falling away as the reality of what he's agreed to do sinks in. Could he rationalize it, because it was just a game? Or think of it like Childe offering? Did that make a difference?]
[Maybe in some respects, it did. But it didn't change the fact that the taste was going to be a reminder of what he is, what he's done, and what he has to do just to go on living.]
[He reaches down and gingerly takes Childe's arm, his own hands visibly trembling. He's only really done this twice. The last time was with One, just before he left, and only at One's instance.]
[But the time before that--]
[Ultimately, he won't even get close enough to be leaning down before he tries tapping out.]
...I-I can't.