[ the thought of this turning into another sort of war is enough to make nausea curl in his stomach, but naturally, nothing shows on louis's face safe for a sort of distant concern. he lifts his hands to his father's wrists, squeezing them gently. ]
I'll be okay, Dad, and I'll do whatever needs to be done.
[ whatever he has to do. the thought of living forever here like this, with things so wrong, is too horrifying to contemplate. ]
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I'll be okay, Dad, and I'll do whatever needs to be done.
[ whatever he has to do. the thought of living forever here like this, with things so wrong, is too horrifying to contemplate. ]