[L shudders at the touch, curling more closely in on himself at being confronted and questioned on such a personal and intimate level. His pulse is weak but quick, his eyes pointedly averted as though he is just terrified that they will betray something.
There are things he could say.
Call me Linden, and treat me like I’m made of something stronger.
Call me Linden, and treat me like my heart and body can never truly break.
Call me Linden, and treat me like you and the SQUIP treat each other.
He swallows. His voice remains low and tight with forced-calm when he says]
Please, just treat me like someone who wanted to give you a mirror reflecting something gold that stays.
[Unintentionally, he’s actually voiced the core of the matter. Being human means being as fleeting as the autumn leaves or the setting sun. It means everything is futile in the end, and pain and dark and dust.]
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There are things he could say.
Call me Linden, and treat me like I’m made of something stronger.
Call me Linden, and treat me like my heart and body can never truly break.
Call me Linden, and treat me like you and the SQUIP treat each other.
He swallows. His voice remains low and tight with forced-calm when he says]
Please, just treat me like someone who wanted to give you a mirror reflecting something gold that stays.
[Unintentionally, he’s actually voiced the core of the matter. Being human means being as fleeting as the autumn leaves or the setting sun. It means everything is futile in the end, and pain and dark and dust.]