[They don't even understand why they're just getting more and more upset about this! They could understand this horror and trepidation on the surface, where they knew they'd get punished when they made someone unhappy, but they can't even start to comprehend why it snowballs on itself like this when they're confronted with the complete utter extreme.]
I could have ruined you. I could have done to you what I did to...
[Do they even have to finish that sentence? A pie with buttercups instead of cups of butter. An empty, dusty photo frame and a box of shoes. A flower who stays behind as the Underground goes empty. The kind of corrupting touch that does worse than just killing. That ruins irreparably, that reduces them to a state that can barely be called living anymore.]
You can't be okay with that. What if you didn't come back? What if you came back broken?
[An empty flower, faking cheer and compassion. Doing everything to solve everyone's problems perfectly, and finding out that it does nothing to fix the hollow, shattered feeling inside of you. A few trembling, broken fragments of SOUL, walking around Wonderland and masquerading as a whole person.]
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[They don't even understand why they're just getting more and more upset about this! They could understand this horror and trepidation on the surface, where they knew they'd get punished when they made someone unhappy, but they can't even start to comprehend why it snowballs on itself like this when they're confronted with the complete utter extreme.]
I could have ruined you. I could have done to you what I did to...
[Do they even have to finish that sentence? A pie with buttercups instead of cups of butter. An empty, dusty photo frame and a box of shoes. A flower who stays behind as the Underground goes empty. The kind of corrupting touch that does worse than just killing. That ruins irreparably, that reduces them to a state that can barely be called living anymore.]
You can't be okay with that. What if you didn't come back? What if you came back broken?
[An empty flower, faking cheer and compassion. Doing everything to solve everyone's problems perfectly, and finding out that it does nothing to fix the hollow, shattered feeling inside of you. A few trembling, broken fragments of SOUL, walking around Wonderland and masquerading as a whole person.]
What if I hurt you again?