[He doesn't want to feel the bracelet again. Especially not so soon after his last bout with it. A part of him rebels, yells to run, to refuse, to fight. The pain is still fresh in his mind, not yet faded with the mind's natural defense of softening the memory.
Instead he shifts over toward a cleared part of the room and drops to his knees. A careful inhale, a careful exhale through his lips. His shoulders roll and he leans forward to plant his palms on the ground. The scars on his bare back move with the motion. Align and the whip marks are easy then, to pick out from the battle scars. Someone once carved a foul name for him into his skin there and as he settles it aligns as well, forming an rancid slur in Galra.
She's promised him escape if he can bear this. Freedom.
His long lost stars -
His eyes close and one more inhale. His eyes open on the exhale.]
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Instead he shifts over toward a cleared part of the room and drops to his knees. A careful inhale, a careful exhale through his lips. His shoulders roll and he leans forward to plant his palms on the ground. The scars on his bare back move with the motion. Align and the whip marks are easy then, to pick out from the battle scars. Someone once carved a foul name for him into his skin there and as he settles it aligns as well, forming an rancid slur in Galra.
She's promised him escape if he can bear this. Freedom.
His long lost stars -
His eyes close and one more inhale. His eyes open on the exhale.]
Do it.