[ a mix of emotions flickers across rondo's face - and subsequently, his thoughts, too. an immediate reaction of distress and despair, something obscenely guilty. he doesn't really need the way people's thoughts have visualized themselves over the week to express anything, because you can read every single one in his wide eyed expression. ]
You don't - please don't, you don't have to praise me. Please, don't. [ the idea makes him a little ill, actually, and he white knuckles the board, resisting the urge to tear up himself, too, as he immediately shakes his head and swallows. hard. ]
There's... there's nothing praiseworthy about any of it, it's... [ ... I hate this, I hate all of it. ] You shouldn't have had to deal with any of this. Any of it. Not us, or the monsters in the first place, or... or anything.
Everything here is so cruel. I... Participating in this is just another cruelty, and I don't... [ his brow crumples - he has to turn his face away, and take a deep breath to maintain his composure. whether it works or not is hard to tell, but his voice softens into hoarse quiet. ] I'm so sorry.
I... if you want me to leave you alone, or - not speak with you ever again, I... I understand that too, and - if you're angry, or anything, please, you can let me have all of it. You don't have to hold back.
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You don't - please don't, you don't have to praise me. Please, don't. [ the idea makes him a little ill, actually, and he white knuckles the board, resisting the urge to tear up himself, too, as he immediately shakes his head and swallows. hard. ]
There's... there's nothing praiseworthy about any of it, it's... [ ... I hate this, I hate all of it. ] You shouldn't have had to deal with any of this. Any of it. Not us, or the monsters in the first place, or... or anything.
Everything here is so cruel. I... Participating in this is just another cruelty, and I don't... [ his brow crumples - he has to turn his face away, and take a deep breath to maintain his composure. whether it works or not is hard to tell, but his voice softens into hoarse quiet. ] I'm so sorry.
I... if you want me to leave you alone, or - not speak with you ever again, I... I understand that too, and - if you're angry, or anything, please, you can let me have all of it. You don't have to hold back.