There are elements here he never had to face; he never had to be tied up or amputated (because he was too weak and small — fucking small — to fight back to begin with), could never be used to procreate. And though it didn't feel like it at the time, there was an end in sight; eventually he got too big and too old to be appealing and was shuffled off elsewhere, from warm body to eventual grunt.
Nothing wrong with being a grunt, really.
But the rest of it he knows, helpless and trapped in a dark room with someone who will use him and merchandise for just about anyone with money or access or both to sample. There have been times throughout all of this world hopping when he's felt as though he's back in that room. He would not wish it on anybody.
So as he rights himself from under Hayame he catches those intimate impressions of her worst nightmare, as it progresses and he can experience it for himself, a thought slips through his mind and across communion, instinctual and unbidden: ] I'm sorry.
[ And then he reaches out to take Hayame's dominant arm and wrench it out of place, aiming to dislocate her shoulder, make a part of her useless for real. ]
cw references to csa, child prostitution
There are elements here he never had to face; he never had to be tied up or amputated (because he was too weak and small — fucking small — to fight back to begin with), could never be used to procreate. And though it didn't feel like it at the time, there was an end in sight; eventually he got too big and too old to be appealing and was shuffled off elsewhere, from warm body to eventual grunt.
Nothing wrong with being a grunt, really.
But the rest of it he knows, helpless and trapped in a dark room with someone who will use him and merchandise for just about anyone with money or access or both to sample. There have been times throughout all of this world hopping when he's felt as though he's back in that room. He would not wish it on anybody.
So as he rights himself from under Hayame he catches those intimate impressions of her worst nightmare, as it progresses and he can experience it for himself, a thought slips through his mind and across communion, instinctual and unbidden: ] I'm sorry.
[ And then he reaches out to take Hayame's dominant arm and wrench it out of place, aiming to dislocate her shoulder, make a part of her useless for real. ]