[The mask Diluc puts between himself and the world cracks right down the center. He raises his head, eyes widening slightly. Surprise is stamped on his face.
He hasn’t thought of that. There has only been his carefully calculated control. This much strength for this or that. Some part of him unable to unchain himself when there isn’t a kill to be made.
His lips move but nothing is said. He ducks his head for a moment then looks up, a little more open. He is listening, aware, and the shadow of the boy he used to be is there.] …you’re right. I can’t afford that.
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He hasn’t thought of that. There has only been his carefully calculated control. This much strength for this or that. Some part of him unable to unchain himself when there isn’t a kill to be made.
His lips move but nothing is said. He ducks his head for a moment then looks up, a little more open. He is listening, aware, and the shadow of the boy he used to be is there.] …you’re right. I can’t afford that.