A chill goes down Ren's spine. He goes very, very still. "What do you mean?"
I mean...I AM you. You-you, not. Ugh. Wormwood paces around in his chest. Not just...ugh. You're special. Clawed hands press flat against a barrier in his mind. This isn't some...video game where you can PRETEND to be special. He's scratching against a cliff now, like a particularly agitated cat. I AM you. This is REAL. You deserve good things, not the...Special version of you in your mind.
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"Yeah, I got that part."
I don't think you have.
A chill goes down Ren's spine. He goes very, very still. "What do you mean?"
I mean...I AM you. You-you, not. Ugh. Wormwood paces around in his chest. Not just...ugh. You're special. Clawed hands press flat against a barrier in his mind. This isn't some...video game where you can PRETEND to be special. He's scratching against a cliff now, like a particularly agitated cat. I AM you. This is REAL. You deserve good things, not the...Special version of you in your mind.
"Ow. Stop clawing..."
It's TRUE!