[ It prickles along the line of his shoulders, pulling up like a wounded animal. Stiffening and going cold and sharp and there's the sound of something, that sounds like a woman's begging voice in the back of his head but he wills her down. Not now, not now, he cannot bear it. She is begging and pleading. ( You'll know what to do, won't you? Corvo? )
The breath is harsh as a gasp when it bursts out of him, all steady recoil and drawing in. He means to say so many things but for all the hours of pain he'd endured, he learned to never think further than surviving the next few minutes. He cannot bear to hear what he's done, what he will do.
He doesn't know what he's doing, he hasn't known for months. But he cannot admit that, because to say that is to say it's wrong, it's all wrong but he can't undo it. He's let them all get close and that's a mistake, of that he's sure, and the only other thing he is sure of is that he never wanted to have this conversation with her. ]
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The breath is harsh as a gasp when it bursts out of him, all steady recoil and drawing in. He means to say so many things but for all the hours of pain he'd endured, he learned to never think further than surviving the next few minutes. He cannot bear to hear what he's done, what he will do.
He doesn't know what he's doing, he hasn't known for months. But he cannot admit that, because to say that is to say it's wrong, it's all wrong but he can't undo it. He's let them all get close and that's a mistake, of that he's sure, and the only other thing he is sure of is that he never wanted to have this conversation with her. ]
You have no idea what you speak.