[This wasn't a cold, unthinking, unfeeling thing. The warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart proved it. It wasn't real but it wasn't not real. And somewhere deep inside himself he thinks that it's not like he really ever wanted to hurt someone.]
[He was a victim of circumstance. It was a chance he had to take. It wasn't his fault.]
[Cater calls him out, he blinks, and the tears start to coalesce and fall. The details of his vision start to blur a bit through the tears. His ears are just fine, though, and he knows what Cater said. He said Idia could cry. He didn't say Idia could stop.]
[he drags it down further. He drags and drags until he's past the sternum, where there was a firm force stopping him from potentially going too far. He's about half-way down the chest. The line of red has begun to leak and spill down, through the rivet and onto his offending hand. He can feel it on himself, too, despite the fact he was entirely covered.]
... does it hurt?
[Obviously, he knew. So, why ask? To hear the other person say it, of course.]
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[He was a victim of circumstance. It was a chance he had to take. It wasn't his fault.]
[Cater calls him out, he blinks, and the tears start to coalesce and fall. The details of his vision start to blur a bit through the tears. His ears are just fine, though, and he knows what Cater said. He said Idia could cry. He didn't say Idia could stop.]
[he drags it down further. He drags and drags until he's past the sternum, where there was a firm force stopping him from potentially going too far. He's about half-way down the chest. The line of red has begun to leak and spill down, through the rivet and onto his offending hand. He can feel it on himself, too, despite the fact he was entirely covered.]
... does it hurt?
[Obviously, he knew. So, why ask? To hear the other person say it, of course.]