Don't-- [All choked off, though there's something about it in spite of the fact that isn't sharp or halting even as he goes achingly still on his side: end goal achieved.] Don't make me laugh.
[Mouth pulled up at the corner like something resembling an appropriately pale smile. There's a lot running through his head right now, but relief? Relief is finally starting to color all of it; in every run scenario, every fantasy carved out as he traced circles with calloused fingers into the metal of his bunk back-- back there (not home. That place was never his home)-- he never pictured having friends. Family. People worth dying for rather than some nameless, faceless cause.]
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[Mouth pulled up at the corner like something resembling an appropriately pale smile. There's a lot running through his head right now, but relief? Relief is finally starting to color all of it; in every run scenario, every fantasy carved out as he traced circles with calloused fingers into the metal of his bunk back-- back there (not home. That place was never his home)-- he never pictured having friends. Family. People worth dying for rather than some nameless, faceless cause.]
Hurts like you wouldn't believe.