[ The news that they're trapped isn't a surprise, but it does get a humorless little huff of a laugh out of the boy. Because of course. Of course even in a situation like this he couldn't be free. It might be bigger, it might be smaller. It being a new cage didn't make it less of one and he confirmation only made the tears well up again. ]
I-I guess if I was gonna be crumbled either way the how doesn't really matter.
[ Maybe it was a little better that it wouldn't be his own mother doing it, though. He often wondered if her lingering attachment hadn't gotten him out of more severe punishments before. He wouldn't have that luxury here.
It takes him a moment to process the rest after the horror of that reveal. Shaking hands find the forgotten mug of tea that's gone cold, and he sips it quietly, attempting not to spill. He's not thirsty really, but taking something in, focusing on the taste is how he's trying to stave off throwing up.
He cries so quietly, grasps so tightly for control when he's scared. It's no wonder why that is, but it's hard not to notice when he takes something so undeniably horrifying and won't allow himself more than a couple tears over it. ]
S... so we were originally from here..?
[ That's somehow the hardest part to consider. The idea that he had ever been free even fleetingly. That he hadn't always been Pavlova Cookie. Had he still been Shadow Milk's son..? He hopes so. ]
cw: underage nihilism; slight emeto
I-I guess if I was gonna be crumbled either way the how doesn't really matter.
[ Maybe it was a little better that it wouldn't be his own mother doing it, though. He often wondered if her lingering attachment hadn't gotten him out of more severe punishments before. He wouldn't have that luxury here.
It takes him a moment to process the rest after the horror of that reveal. Shaking hands find the forgotten mug of tea that's gone cold, and he sips it quietly, attempting not to spill. He's not thirsty really, but taking something in, focusing on the taste is how he's trying to stave off throwing up.
He cries so quietly, grasps so tightly for control when he's scared. It's no wonder why that is, but it's hard not to notice when he takes something so undeniably horrifying and won't allow himself more than a couple tears over it. ]
S... so we were originally from here..?
[ That's somehow the hardest part to consider. The idea that he had ever been free even fleetingly. That he hadn't always been Pavlova Cookie. Had he still been Shadow Milk's son..? He hopes so. ]