His widened eyes winced. His fingers took to a chunk of Eridan's chest, gripping as if it were an anchor to be minded. His breath was shallow, quick, panicked. It wasn't fine, nothing was fine, and his falsehood told him so.
But then came the dilemma: could it be trusted?
The question bubbled into his brain, along with the resounding phantom burns down his back, his thighs. No, they said, when they had reeducated him. It lies. You can only trust me.
It lies.
"I wasn't --" about to believe it, his speech melded into his mind. I wasn't, I really, wasn't, please.
Short breath. Dark, cold rooms. Eddie dragged his clawed hand down Eridan's front.
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His widened eyes winced. His fingers took to a chunk of Eridan's chest, gripping as if it were an anchor to be minded. His breath was shallow, quick, panicked. It wasn't fine, nothing was fine, and his falsehood told him so.
But then came the dilemma: could it be trusted?
The question bubbled into his brain, along with the resounding phantom burns down his back, his thighs. No, they said, when they had reeducated him. It lies. You can only trust me.
It lies.
"I wasn't --" about to believe it, his speech melded into his mind. I wasn't, I really, wasn't, please.
Short breath. Dark, cold rooms. Eddie dragged his clawed hand down Eridan's front.
And squeezed his eyes shut.