[Ebalon reaches a hand up to cup Mizuki's cheek, thumb caressing his face. Such a scared look... he did that, didn't he? That was his fault. Something that he thinks might be guilt wells in his chest.
...what the fuck, guilt? Him?]
You won't hurt me. I promise. It'll take more than that to cause any sort of harm. I'm rather good at keeping myself from being hurt, too.
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...what the fuck, guilt? Him?]
You won't hurt me. I promise. It'll take more than that to cause any sort of harm. I'm rather good at keeping myself from being hurt, too.
[Shields, baby.]