[ ...this feels a lot like pity. not only for the arm around him but the sentiment that's already been verified false, and the way it twists the knife at a new, strange angle. ]
[ so he shrugs it off, turns to jab another finger at his chest. in the exact same spot. this is the only thing he can do with any precision, apparently. ]
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[ so he shrugs it off, turns to jab another finger at his chest. in the exact same spot. this is the only thing he can do with any precision, apparently. ]
Y'don't believe me, do ya? I can prove it.