[His hands curl up into the fabric of Anibus's clothes, tears falling freely. He's known all along that the worst could happen, but being confronted with it is something else. Fangs gritting, he draws a ragged breath, taking comfort in the nearness of the other, and closing his eyes as they burn wetly.]
How do you handle this feeling? You too have...have people who were injured, too.
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How do you handle this feeling? You too have...have people who were injured, too.