[ his decline started there and not with the questionable marks that were on the back of his hands? of course, that is none of his business when like this, the playful remarks in his head about his sister isn't something he can reference either. not like this, anyway. even if his mouth feels cotton dry, and the saliva he swallows down is a little thick— it really is none of his business. ]
You two must have been close.
[ he doesn't know anything like that, but somehow he does feel a little sad for him. who wouldn't? ]
Do you think this sort of life is worth living?
[ he's gauging things now, trying to understand how bad it is due to the aftermath of a family member's death. there's only so much he knows about the other, some information that he shouldn't know, but he can't help but ask for some unknown reason. it could stem from that nauseating connection that tightens and pulls reminding them that it's there.
and when it does, he can't help but squeeze, and squeeze and squeeze hoping for its destruction. ]
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You two must have been close.
[ he doesn't know anything like that, but somehow he does feel a little sad for him. who wouldn't? ]
Do you think this sort of life is worth living?
[ he's gauging things now, trying to understand how bad it is due to the aftermath of a family member's death. there's only so much he knows about the other, some information that he shouldn't know, but he can't help but ask for some unknown reason. it could stem from that nauseating connection that tightens and pulls reminding them that it's there.
and when it does, he can't help but squeeze, and squeeze and squeeze hoping for its destruction. ]