[His own memories interrupt, intrude. There are some cracks -- a war. He's paying no mind to the farce surrounding them. He's already realized it's all for naught.
That being said, he's not entirely sure how to tangibly shut this shit down. His fingers wind around her hair, not to pull it -- just toying with it a bit. A vague form of reassurance, maybe.]
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That being said, he's not entirely sure how to tangibly shut this shit down. His fingers wind around her hair, not to pull it -- just toying with it a bit. A vague form of reassurance, maybe.]
It won't last forever.
[Seldom things do.]
Can you sing?