[That voice is so faint, but it's insistent. It's asking, its pleading, and yet all Shadow Milk can do is be guided to Truthless' shoulder. For a moment there are arms around him and it's a contact he has not known- ...when?]
[He feels as though there has been a bomb planted under his skin, and he can't tell if he's furious or distraught. There is a frightening warmth that he does not dare reach for and suddenly, as if it were a snake that's sunk it's fangs into his skin, he recoils away, bitten. He hisses some unholy sound and stumbles gracelessly, frantically away from Truthless.]
NO!
[The anger filters back in, but it's a broken and wild thing.]
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Die and shatter that disgusting Soul Jam while you're at it!
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[That voice is so faint, but it's insistent. It's asking, its pleading, and yet all Shadow Milk can do is be guided to Truthless' shoulder. For a moment there are arms around him and it's a contact he has not known- ...when?]
[He feels as though there has been a bomb planted under his skin, and he can't tell if he's furious or distraught. There is a frightening warmth that he does not dare reach for and suddenly, as if it were a snake that's sunk it's fangs into his skin, he recoils away, bitten. He hisses some unholy sound and stumbles gracelessly, frantically away from Truthless.]
NO!
[The anger filters back in, but it's a broken and wild thing.]
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Die and shatter that disgusting Soul Jam while you're at it!