[And god, he actually does. Michael likes Lance, he helped him deal with some serious shit, but right now none of that matters. He can't even follow that thought thread to its end because of the insistent pain and noise. The constant refrain that he wants to hurt you. Everyone does.]
I can't. I don't trust you. I don't trust any of you. You got me sick so I'd be weak so you could get me easier.
[He is very much retreating into his own head. It's easier, it's safer.]
You all hate me, and you have a good reason, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to let you do what you want.
[He looks unsteady on his feet, and it's not just because of the sickness. Michael sinks down hard onto his knees, still holding his head. He doesn't want to deal with this anymore, he's too scared and it hurts. But he likes Lance. Which is why he gets a small gesture of mercy.]
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[And god, he actually does. Michael likes Lance, he helped him deal with some serious shit, but right now none of that matters. He can't even follow that thought thread to its end because of the insistent pain and noise. The constant refrain that he wants to hurt you. Everyone does.]
I can't. I don't trust you. I don't trust any of you. You got me sick so I'd be weak so you could get me easier.
[He is very much retreating into his own head. It's easier, it's safer.]
You all hate me, and you have a good reason, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to let you do what you want.
[He looks unsteady on his feet, and it's not just because of the sickness. Michael sinks down hard onto his knees, still holding his head. He doesn't want to deal with this anymore, he's too scared and it hurts. But he likes Lance. Which is why he gets a small gesture of mercy.]
I'll give you a head start.
[That's not ominous at all.]