Oh, I wasn't aware you loved him so much, [ he grouses unfairly. He does remember saying that it would be nice to spare the spawn, in a distant sort of way, but the nightmares of his last trance coupled with the headache coming on from his lack of true rest make him feel very uncharitable.
With his pointer finger, he pushes the glass away, more interested in moping than drinking. Childish, as always. The amount of negative emotions that he feels has lessened, but he finds himself no more equipped to cope with them when they come. In fact, sometimes he feels even more helpless in the face of them than before. When everything was terrible, he expected bad feelings, lived with them the way one lives with a bum leg or a bad back. Now they come unanticipated, and being ripped out of happiness feels almost more unpleasant than if he'd just been unhappy the whole time. ]
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With his pointer finger, he pushes the glass away, more interested in moping than drinking. Childish, as always. The amount of negative emotions that he feels has lessened, but he finds himself no more equipped to cope with them when they come. In fact, sometimes he feels even more helpless in the face of them than before. When everything was terrible, he expected bad feelings, lived with them the way one lives with a bum leg or a bad back. Now they come unanticipated, and being ripped out of happiness feels almost more unpleasant than if he'd just been unhappy the whole time. ]
What if he gets free?