[His fingertips tremble, and he's clutching at the fabric of Red's shirt like they're little boys again, Red the adventurous and steadfast, and Blue nervously trailing at the edges of the path, trying not to get left behind. No matter what airs he had taught himself to put on later and still clung onto, that was always going to be them.]

[There's another long few moments where Blue is silent save for his shuddering, muted sobs against his bitten lips, but when he can find his voice again,] For how long?

[His head tilts a little on Red's shoulder, rolling just the slightest bit more away from him.] This crazy... This place 's too dangerous. One of those nutcases are gonna start somethin' eventually. Then what?

[He knows you, Red. And worse, he knows he's not the kid anymore who can just stand back and watch it happen.]