[He doesn't know what to say to that. He stares down at the words as if he was expecting something different, for Cyram to tell him that he's making a mistake, that this is all for naught, that it is futile to continue struggling. Would it have helped?
Two days ago he woke in a cold sweat, feeling like a thousand crows were sitting on top of him, staring down at him with red eyes, poking him with clawed feet.
Yesterday he went to take a shower and saw his dead brother in the mirror.
Three hours ago, he laid his head down and dreamed, vividly, of straddling Cyram's bloody chest with a short sword jutting out of it.
Is he losing his mind? The worst part is he can't even take the Watch off; it sits, heavy on his wrist, those words staring up at him. So it's the only reason he replies, even if the message is short.]
cw weird uchiha shit idk it's my turn
Two days ago he woke in a cold sweat, feeling like a thousand crows were sitting on top of him, staring down at him with red eyes, poking him with clawed feet.
Yesterday he went to take a shower and saw his dead brother in the mirror.
Three hours ago, he laid his head down and dreamed, vividly, of straddling Cyram's bloody chest with a short sword jutting out of it.
Is he losing his mind? The worst part is he can't even take the Watch off; it sits, heavy on his wrist, those words staring up at him. So it's the only reason he replies, even if the message is short.]
Don't apologize.
[He'll stop responding at this point.]
why are they like this actually
but aight.
i'll keep my distance for the time being. u ever wanna talk, just hit me up.
( look he doesn't even expect a reply at this point okay )
🤡