['We'd turn into something that only hurts people.'
R looks away. How many people has he hurt? So many, he wouldn't be able to count them even if he remembered how numbers worked. How many people has he hurt, killed, torn apart--
Her hand touches his, covers it, and his fingers twitch beneath her palm. He looks at her hand then up at her like he doesn't quite understand, but what she says sinks in and pricks at something that gently shushes the quiet but gnawing hunger that hasn't yet managed to take him over.]
Right.
[Right.
R closes his eyes. What comes out next clearly takes some effort.]
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R looks away. How many people has he hurt? So many, he wouldn't be able to count them even if he remembered how numbers worked. How many people has he hurt, killed, torn apart--
Her hand touches his, covers it, and his fingers twitch beneath her palm. He looks at her hand then up at her like he doesn't quite understand, but what she says sinks in and pricks at something that gently shushes the quiet but gnawing hunger that hasn't yet managed to take him over.]
Right.
[Right.
R closes his eyes. What comes out next clearly takes some effort.]
I don't.. w--.. want to... hurt an..anyone.