[ Even with his throat stinging, even having to suck in deep, gasping breaths, Cain can only feel sharp relief. He finds himself smiling, beaming at Percival. This is the Percival he knows, not that desperate madness, unheeding of his words. Not that terrible, mindless violence.
But his relief is short-lived. He reaches for Percival again, pulling Percival back to him, refusing to let Percival pull way — to let Percival fall into that black pit of guilt. ]
Percival. Percival, listen to me, it's alright— I'm fine, you didn't hurt me.
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But his relief is short-lived. He reaches for Percival again, pulling Percival back to him, refusing to let Percival pull way — to let Percival fall into that black pit of guilt. ]
Percival. Percival, listen to me, it's alright— I'm fine, you didn't hurt me.