[ He feels foolish for his tears, for the mess in his chest, every emotion clawing for space. He's a demon, for God's sake. He shouldn't be so rattled, shouldn't feel so much. He isn't supposed to miss Abby like he does, the wound left by the bigger demon's absence raw and gaping, something he can't cauterize. He should be thinking about the hunters, plotting revenge, striking, something.
But he can't find it in himself to even pretend. It isn't important. With the honmoon sealed, whatβs the point? Huntrix isnβt a mission anymore; itβs a dead end. Everything is.
Baby's fingers brush over his cheek and he winces, fiery pain shooting through his nerve endings. There's something about it, though, the sensation of pain reminding him he's still alive and not all grief hollowed out inside this shell of a body.
He swallows a sob down and shifts, tipping his head to drop back down onto Baby's shoulder, press his mouth back against his neck. He feels like he's coming apart at the seams, unraveling in pieces he can't hold together. ]
I'm sorry. [ It comes out small, plaintive. Weak and helpless. Sad. ]
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But he can't find it in himself to even pretend. It isn't important. With the honmoon sealed, whatβs the point? Huntrix isnβt a mission anymore; itβs a dead end. Everything is.
Baby's fingers brush over his cheek and he winces, fiery pain shooting through his nerve endings. There's something about it, though, the sensation of pain reminding him he's still alive and not all grief hollowed out inside this shell of a body.
He swallows a sob down and shifts, tipping his head to drop back down onto Baby's shoulder, press his mouth back against his neck. He feels like he's coming apart at the seams, unraveling in pieces he can't hold together. ]
I'm sorry. [ It comes out small, plaintive. Weak and helpless. Sad. ]