Purposeful use of the other man's real name. His birth name. His legacy name. Gentle fingers stroked stray wisps back with its twin hand kept that shoulder still.
"What else did they take from you?"
Eddie knew how his features drew softer. It was an authentic reaction: few, very few, deathly few individuals lived to see the sun outside again. Even fewer were still capable of coherent speech. Eddie was a brother in trauma to Eridan, a veteran of the same blanching horror. They both knew the scorch of their own screams upon their ears.
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Purposeful use of the other man's real name. His birth name. His legacy name. Gentle fingers stroked stray wisps back with its twin hand kept that shoulder still.
"What else did they take from you?"
Eddie knew how his features drew softer. It was an authentic reaction: few, very few, deathly few individuals lived to see the sun outside again. Even fewer were still capable of coherent speech. Eddie was a brother in trauma to Eridan, a veteran of the same blanching horror. They both knew the scorch of their own screams upon their ears.
"You can tell me."