[ —and Black stares back at her, obvious in the way he looks from her to the thorns, to his hand; he pulls it close to his chest, curling it into a fist, and closes his eyes. ]
I'm sorry I'm so weak, White.
[ He sounds it, too. He's tired of not being able to wrestle control properly thanks to the agreement he and that guy had made, he's tired of hurting her without his consent, he's tired of... a lot of things. ]
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I'm sorry I'm so weak, White.
[ He sounds it, too. He's tired of not being able to wrestle control properly thanks to the agreement he and that guy had made, he's tired of hurting her without his consent, he's tired of... a lot of things. ]