[He doesn't want to, but he can still see the common lines drawn between him and this boy he can't understand, doesn't want to understand. Maybe he isn't strong either. Aleos's body - swallowing itself, trembling - reflects everything Mithos feels right now. His heart feels gutted, but full in the way an infection is full of pus. It's too much. He wants to rip it all out, even the wheezing, dilapidated frame, so he can forget what even the remainder of a heart feels like.]
You can say that as many times as you like...it still doesn't change anything.
[He continues to back up. The earth has calmed beneath his feet, but he can still feel the tremors deep inside him. A few yards away he turns, flipping the knife's blade away, and he runs. He has nowhere to go but an empty house where he can only try to hide from the ugly monsters howling inside him. All he needs is to not be found.
Alone, again. Always. Maybe he was always alone. A fool for thinking otherwise.]
/snugs all around
You can say that as many times as you like...it still doesn't change anything.
[He continues to back up. The earth has calmed beneath his feet, but he can still feel the tremors deep inside him. A few yards away he turns, flipping the knife's blade away, and he runs. He has nowhere to go but an empty house where he can only try to hide from the ugly monsters howling inside him. All he needs is to not be found.
Alone, again. Always. Maybe he was always alone. A fool for thinking otherwise.]