[ He finds himself starting to apologise for apologising. Because of course he does. But then he can't, the words dying in his throat. And- that's okay. At least in part, it's exactly what he wanted. Instruction. ]
It's not the pain. [ It is the pain. But more than that, it's the exhaustion. The way that it feels like there's sandpaper in the places between his bones. ] Just- just tired. So tired.
[ He makes another cautious attempt at movement, inching across the bed to be close to Alucard. ]
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[ He finds himself starting to apologise for apologising. Because of course he does. But then he can't, the words dying in his throat. And- that's okay. At least in part, it's exactly what he wanted. Instruction. ]
It's not the pain. [ It is the pain. But more than that, it's the exhaustion. The way that it feels like there's sandpaper in the places between his bones. ] Just- just tired. So tired.
[ He makes another cautious attempt at movement, inching across the bed to be close to Alucard. ]
Everyone's tired. I can't be special.