[It's easy to tug the smaller man into a different position - he lays with his chin on Vicious's muscular shoulder, trying to keep calm about all this. He had seen his dream. His past. The past that was meant to stay there, locked away where only he can recall it-
When the Shade speaks of the man, when he recites what was said, there is a visible struggle on his face.
He saw me. He heard me. I - we have to tell him. Aren't you tired of bearing this by yourself? He-
Don't. You. Dare.
For a moment his eyes are wide, glanced away from his companion's face...a little panicked, perhaps. That soft voice persists for just another moment.]
That was...that was m....
[He shudders. His eyes and voice sharpen back up, and he looks at Vicious, the self-frustration etching lines into his brow.]
That was...my scar. The burning in the chest. The night it happened.
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Date: 2023-02-23 09:35 pm (UTC)When the Shade speaks of the man, when he recites what was said, there is a visible struggle on his face.
He saw me. He heard me. I - we have to tell him. Aren't you tired of bearing this by yourself? He-
Don't. You. Dare.
For a moment his eyes are wide, glanced away from his companion's face...a little panicked, perhaps. That soft voice persists for just another moment.]
That was...that was m....
[He shudders. His eyes and voice sharpen back up, and he looks at Vicious, the self-frustration etching lines into his brow.]
That was...my scar. The burning in the chest. The night it happened.
And the word was naibii.
It means damned.