[This is a word loaded in a lot of things. A sharp, pointed panic. The hot feeling of a fight. Infighting, darker, harsher, a broken, stabbing thing in your chest fractured in colored lights -- a structure, a figure tall and strong crumbling because you weren't good enough and MONSTER tossed around like weapons.]
[A sword landing at someone's feet.]
(Don't fight. Like this. We can't.)
[He needs this all to stop. People pulled in too many directions, pulling him in too many directions. He cares for him he respects her and he can't be that monster the symbiote in his head is clamoring for him to be. Like that memory mocks him for being.]
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[This is a word loaded in a lot of things. A sharp, pointed panic. The hot feeling of a fight. Infighting, darker, harsher, a broken, stabbing thing in your chest fractured in colored lights -- a structure, a figure tall and strong crumbling because you weren't good enough and MONSTER tossed around like weapons.]
[A sword landing at someone's feet.]
(Don't fight. Like this. We can't.)
[He needs this all to stop. People pulled in too many directions, pulling him in too many directions. He cares for him he respects her and he can't be that monster the symbiote in his head is clamoring for him to be. Like that memory mocks him for being.]
(Not now.)