[He doesn’t answer. Diluc forces himself to breathe slowly and nod. This is a small thing to have issues with. He feels he should be over it. But he is conscious that he has tucked everything that hurt into chest and tried to forget it.
For years. While trying to burn himself up in the process.] Do you want me to bring anything up with me?
no subject
For years. While trying to burn himself up in the process.] Do you want me to bring anything up with me?
[He could make food or a drink or whatever.]