[Blue lets him this time, although his own hand is trembling slightly. He tries not to let it show, the muscle in his arm tensed.]
I wish...
[He cuts himself off there, before he feels his voice about to crack and throat swell shut with tears that want to brim forth.] Why won't you ever just ask me to help!?
[Always being left behind. Nothing had changed in 10 years. But deep down, he felt he already knew what the answer to that question was, and it filled his stomach with a bitter, heavy sickness.]
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I wish...
[He cuts himself off there, before he feels his voice about to crack and throat swell shut with tears that want to brim forth.] Why won't you ever just ask me to help!?
[Always being left behind. Nothing had changed in 10 years. But deep down, he felt he already knew what the answer to that question was, and it filled his stomach with a bitter, heavy sickness.]