[ Silence stretches out for a long moment, as Garma listens to the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. Today is a bad dream, just a horrid dream. He's like a fly in a spider's net, getting all wrapped up even as the spider itself warns him. ]
... I wish it had warped me more. I'm sick of liking you.
[ Because he knows what he likes isn't Char, it's just a projection, just nostalgia, and still, he can't stop, he can't stop wanting the attention of the only friend he ever thought he had.
And there's a sob, finally. He hasn't cried much since he arrived on this island, has tried his hardest to not think too hard, but with Char right in front of him, he can't run. ]
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... I wish it had warped me more. I'm sick of liking you.
[ Because he knows what he likes isn't Char, it's just a projection, just nostalgia, and still, he can't stop, he can't stop wanting the attention of the only friend he ever thought he had.
And there's a sob, finally. He hasn't cried much since he arrived on this island, has tried his hardest to not think too hard, but with Char right in front of him, he can't run. ]