Date: 2024-08-05 06:24 pm (UTC)
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Ranboo quietly shakes their head, slowly, the slightest touch of exhausted, confused motion.

He doesn't know. Well, that isn't true-- somehow, he does know, though if asked they could never explain exactly how they know this, how he understands this and not anything else that's going on.

It's Showfall's fault. They won't let him die.

They take a shaking breath, a fresh round of hot tears spilling down his face.

"The mask..." The words are slurred and weak, but hopefully convey what Ranboo is attempting to explain.

It hurts. Not dying-- not even awakening from death, not really, but the fact that he did awaken, the fact that he's trapped like this, seemingly forever. The fact that he now has to face the consequences for what he's done. The fact that their very last hope, the last potential escape available to him, is no longer an option-- the pain is a weight sinking into his chest, an ache that radiates out from his ribs and wraps around his body out to his fingertips.
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