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[ He's quiet for a long moment and it's probably due to the blips of emotions that are filtering through their bond. It's strange because he feels himself... giving nothing back in return. As if he's empty. Maybe he's always been empty. That's likely, isn't it? Having always been on his own. Thinking he had maybe found some semblance of family or friends... only to be dragged her, turned into a monster, and then tortured on top of that. Fun times but also sounds about right for his life, doesn't it?

So he stands there. Quiet. Bruised fingers digging into his arms which tightly press against his chest, folded. ]

I just want to die already and get this over with.