His mind is a terrible shriek of white noise, the flickering static of a cut broadcast, a thick indigo-purple soup as all to swim through in reaching the other side.
His heart races and his eyes are wide. But when Mituna speaks they stop their darting. He swallows hard and listens. It's not the words what reach so much as it is the gentle way Mituna holds his arm-- even just his arm.
"...Won't hurt you. DON'T WANT TO. Not ever."
He draws his other hand back. He sticks those claws back up into the ice, while the Psiioniic prepares as to do it.
Sam stops him from going back to exactly what he was afraid of. Back then. Back there. White walls and cold tones, pain sharp all up in his maw and his throat and in little pin pricks all over. This ain't that. Mituna ain't gone neither. He's right that, just sitting right fucking there, so what if he don't remember that ain't what matters is it? They ain't touching his maw, Sam ain't stitching there.
"OKAY. Aight..." He says. He nods his head, then turns it away, eyes squeezing shut as he was asked to do. It's Mituna and Sam, Mituna and Sam... He's okay with this. It's okay. He's letting this to happen, he's all being a sorts up in control...
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His heart races and his eyes are wide. But when Mituna speaks they stop their darting. He swallows hard and listens. It's not the words what reach so much as it is the gentle way Mituna holds his arm-- even just his arm.
"...Won't hurt you. DON'T WANT TO. Not ever."
He draws his other hand back. He sticks those claws back up into the ice, while the Psiioniic prepares as to do it.
Sam stops him from going back to exactly what he was afraid of. Back then. Back there. White walls and cold tones, pain sharp all up in his maw and his throat and in little pin pricks all over. This ain't that. Mituna ain't gone neither. He's right that, just sitting right fucking there, so what if he don't remember that ain't what matters is it? They ain't touching his maw, Sam ain't stitching there.
"OKAY. Aight..." He says. He nods his head, then turns it away, eyes squeezing shut as he was asked to do. It's Mituna and Sam, Mituna and Sam... He's okay with this. It's okay. He's letting this to happen, he's all being a sorts up in control...
The ice crunches in his claws.