fei du coughs. the noise is sort of instinctual - his hand curls tight in the front of his open shirt, half like he could close it, try and close himself up and throw away the key, as he sucks in a breath. ]
...Nahida. [ his voice is hoarse, when he does talk. his thoughts are nightmarishly bad still, a tangle of static. don't no no why it wasn't supposed to no don't get it together get it together no no ] Did... sorry.
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fei du coughs. the noise is sort of instinctual - his hand curls tight in the front of his open shirt, half like he could close it, try and close himself up and throw away the key, as he sucks in a breath. ]
...Nahida. [ his voice is hoarse, when he does talk. his thoughts are nightmarishly bad still, a tangle of static. don't no no why it wasn't supposed to no don't get it together get it together no no ] Did... sorry.