[The contact feels good and he wishes - not for the first time - that his mind could be silent. Soubi is important to him and it's natural to want to touch him. Just for a moment, it's okay for him to stop fighting; to stop struggling, right?
He sits down on the bed, one arm still wrapped around Soubi. His free hand rests on the Fighter's chest.]
Maybe I won't give you a choice. [Judging the attacks is something he has had to learn. Very gently, he calls forth their bond and motions at the golden string.] I know what you know.
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He sits down on the bed, one arm still wrapped around Soubi. His free hand rests on the Fighter's chest.]
Maybe I won't give you a choice. [Judging the attacks is something he has had to learn. Very gently, he calls forth their bond and motions at the golden string.] I know what you know.