His back tenses with the touch of Liam's hand and he has to remind himself again to try and relax. He's not sure how to do that and still brace himself. Even bracing, he flinches at the first pres of the blade. He clamps his jaw together, hands going out to grip the table as his back is sliced open. Even through the pain he can feel blood drip down his back.
Guilt and pain and strong memory. He sees a new face, a woman's, pained, his own hand brushing her hair back from her face and using his other hand to hold hers tight. So strong, so brave. And then the happiest day of his life...
He's not nearly so strong. He bites down on whimpers and cries out at least once. But an eternity and no time at all brings it to end, signaled so by the knife that clatters before him, startling him, covered in blood. His blood.
He sits still there for a moment more then slowly begins to move. He picks up Liam's shirt first with a shaking hand, lifting it up. Then he goes, walking stiffly, to pick up his own.
"Thank you," he just barely manages. "And I'm sorry." For being weak. For making them do this just to avoid pain. "If- if they let us out, maybe we can find some bandages." Or at least alcohol.
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Guilt and pain and strong memory. He sees a new face, a woman's, pained, his own hand brushing her hair back from her face and using his other hand to hold hers tight. So strong, so brave. And then the happiest day of his life...
He's not nearly so strong. He bites down on whimpers and cries out at least once. But an eternity and no time at all brings it to end, signaled so by the knife that clatters before him, startling him, covered in blood. His blood.
He sits still there for a moment more then slowly begins to move. He picks up Liam's shirt first with a shaking hand, lifting it up. Then he goes, walking stiffly, to pick up his own.
"Thank you," he just barely manages. "And I'm sorry." For being weak. For making them do this just to avoid pain. "If- if they let us out, maybe we can find some bandages." Or at least alcohol.