[ Jon is breathless with terror at the monster, and then at himself: he could hurt it, he Knows. He can feel its scars beneath its skin, and just as readily he can see the scars in its mind— the things which curdled it into being like this, the fault lines that broke the man— he wants to pry them out like pulling stitches.
But it's Shiro. It's Shiro, and he still has a certainty that he saved Shiro, once. He looks away from its weak spots, and he struggles ineffectively, and he fails not to panic. ]
Shiro, please—
[ He can't get much of a word in edgewise, and the thing doesn't listen, anyway.
It'll embarrass him, later, that he let a monster just pick him up and run off with him. ]
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But it's Shiro. It's Shiro, and he still has a certainty that he saved Shiro, once. He looks away from its weak spots, and he struggles ineffectively, and he fails not to panic. ]
Shiro, please—
[ He can't get much of a word in edgewise, and the thing doesn't listen, anyway.
It'll embarrass him, later, that he let a monster just pick him up and run off with him. ]