[It shouldn't be possible, to feel this numb, and this wounded, at the same time. His spark should just pick one, dammit, and go with it. That would be so much easier... if any of this was meant to be easy.]
[He doesn't realize he's repeating himself. That the chant of No, has never stopped. He's trying to rationalize this. Trying to make sense of it. His mind wants to race in too many directions, unable to focus.]
[... there's no fight here, no war, to ground him. To give him purpose as the ground is pulled out from under him.]
[When Mirage pulls him close, holds onto him, he might as well be a statue. He's stiff, his expression unchanging. Even when the other's hand holds the back of his head, he just stands there.]
[Shaking.]
[And slowly starts to sink down to the ground, long legs unable or unwilling to support him.]
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[He doesn't realize he's repeating himself. That the chant of No, has never stopped. He's trying to rationalize this. Trying to make sense of it. His mind wants to race in too many directions, unable to focus.]
[... there's no fight here, no war, to ground him. To give him purpose as the ground is pulled out from under him.]
[When Mirage pulls him close, holds onto him, he might as well be a statue. He's stiff, his expression unchanging. Even when the other's hand holds the back of his head, he just stands there.]
[Shaking.]
[And slowly starts to sink down to the ground, long legs unable or unwilling to support him.]