(every sentence, every word, every syllable gets worse as sasuke recounts his misdeeds.
"misdeeds," no. his crimes against humanity.
jonas' ability stutters into dark, leaving the hands covering sasuke's muggy in a flash sweat that heats him to the ears. they ring, drowning any explanation that follows his confession to a series of coldblooded murders, making him focus instead on his mouth. his own, dry; his tongue, thick; his throat, tight enough that his next swallow's loud. anyone who got in his way. anyone. men, women, children? who? why? why?
he considers staying to bravely ask questions, trying to cut to the core of the problem to glean some understanding from an issue so daunting he's been rendered speechless. then jonas remembers that he already went through this before, his curiosity damning him to oblivion. from his own mouth, "courage is not always the way, dear," soul too weak to resist being a puppet to the sunken. he's afraid; this time there's no one stopping him from quickly removing himself from the situation.
getting up, jonas murmurs something inaudible beneath his breath and turns to leave.)
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"misdeeds," no. his crimes against humanity.
jonas' ability stutters into dark, leaving the hands covering sasuke's muggy in a flash sweat that heats him to the ears. they ring, drowning any explanation that follows his confession to a series of coldblooded murders, making him focus instead on his mouth. his own, dry; his tongue, thick; his throat, tight enough that his next swallow's loud. anyone who got in his way. anyone. men, women, children? who? why? why?
he considers staying to bravely ask questions, trying to cut to the core of the problem to glean some understanding from an issue so daunting he's been rendered speechless. then jonas remembers that he already went through this before, his curiosity damning him to oblivion. from his own mouth, "courage is not always the way, dear," soul too weak to resist being a puppet to the sunken. he's afraid; this time there's no one stopping him from quickly removing himself from the situation.
getting up, jonas murmurs something inaudible beneath his breath and turns to leave.)