Yeah. Come here. Please. [ Something twists in him - he hates asking for help, even now, even after everything, but he can't do this on his own. The cold in him wraps icy around his heart and he gags a bit, swallowing hard. There was a time, in Norfinbury, that he saw his own insides, but it was methodical. Tifa. But it was different.
This was sudden. Messy. He watched it twice. And Royce Melborn is not exactly a person who shies away at guts and gore, but it's different when it's your own. ]
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Yeah. Come here. Please. [ Something twists in him - he hates asking for help, even now, even after everything, but he can't do this on his own. The cold in him wraps icy around his heart and he gags a bit, swallowing hard. There was a time, in Norfinbury, that he saw his own insides, but it was methodical. Tifa. But it was different.
This was sudden. Messy. He watched it twice. And Royce Melborn is not exactly a person who shies away at guts and gore, but it's different when it's your own. ]