[Rich lets his hands linger for a moment, stretched out towards Connor, before he brings them back, taking care to hug his arms with a little more caution.]
I just don't know if I can, after this. I know you have a reason for... not hating it, or not wanting to hurt it. I don't really want to hurt it either... I wouldn't, if there was another option. It drilled that violent idea about beating down anything that made me feel weak for years, and I don't want to give into it now.
...But I don't know what else to do. Anything else feels like I'm just... waiting to die.
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[Rich lets his hands linger for a moment, stretched out towards Connor, before he brings them back, taking care to hug his arms with a little more caution.]
I just don't know if I can, after this. I know you have a reason for... not hating it, or not wanting to hurt it. I don't really want to hurt it either... I wouldn't, if there was another option. It drilled that violent idea about beating down anything that made me feel weak for years, and I don't want to give into it now.
...But I don't know what else to do. Anything else feels like I'm just... waiting to die.