( As if he can escape into his own body, thin arms reach to wrap around himself, trying to block out the outside world and what he now knows it's capable of. The situation had been bad enough in the moment, a fact he remembers now, but the memories and reactions had all been shoved at him in an instant.
Be strong. He has to be strong. Always stand with pride. How can he when he was so ashamed? )
Someone was killed. I should tell them. I saw his face. His...
( The disgusting man. Why hadn't he just killed him? Why had he done that before making him suffer? A ball of nausea hardens in the pit of his stomach.)
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Be strong. He has to be strong. Always stand with pride. How can he when he was so ashamed? )
Someone was killed. I should tell them. I saw his face. His...
( The disgusting man. Why hadn't he just killed him? Why had he done that before making him suffer? A ball of nausea hardens in the pit of his stomach.)
He was the real demon.