Compared to earlier, Sans-Serif's voice is a mumble, muffled against her dress. "they'll be back. or...someone else will be. someone worse." There are a lot of people in his head, a lot of souls crowding his and screaming. And not all of them are nice. Even the ones who mean well, he's finding that he doesn't like terribly much.
"i'm not loud enough. i'm not strong enough. not like..." The other me, he wants to say, but which other me? Sans-Serif finds that he can't remember, anymore.
At last, after what might be minutes or hours, he makes himself pull away, wiping his eyesockets clear and blinking furiously. "i need to find my brother. it'll be okay if i can find him, i know it will. he's tall, like you're tall. so i can't lose sight of him. you'll...you'll still help, right?"
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Date: 2016-03-24 03:35 am (UTC)"i'm not loud enough. i'm not strong enough. not like..." The other me, he wants to say, but which other me? Sans-Serif finds that he can't remember, anymore.
At last, after what might be minutes or hours, he makes himself pull away, wiping his eyesockets clear and blinking furiously. "i need to find my brother. it'll be okay if i can find him, i know it will. he's tall, like you're tall. so i can't lose sight of him. you'll...you'll still help, right?"