[ It's a sound, a very small sound and Isaac clings to him, digs fingers into clothing and in general anchors himself down so he doesn't fall away. His breathing is sharp and quick, staccato gasps as he tries to just. Calm... calm himself down.
The nightmare is over But it will not end.
The sickness is the cure The cure is the sickness.
The words are there and they rest, they won't give up. The Marker's code isn't gone, it's just repurposed. Destroy instead of make. He may be. Sniffling a bit. Just to ward away the tears that are hot and aching just around his eyes. This is good. No. This hugging is good. The tightness of it. ]
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The nightmare is over
But it will not end.
The sickness is the cure
The cure is the sickness.
The words are there and they rest, they won't give up. The Marker's code isn't gone, it's just repurposed. Destroy instead of make. He may be. Sniffling a bit. Just to ward away the tears that are hot and aching just around his eyes. This is good. No. This hugging is good. The tightness of it. ]
Yeah...
Yeah, it's over.
[ "We're not playing that third game." ]