[Ah, there's that stupid burning feeling in his core again. He hates it. It doesn't need to happen every time someone decides his validate him for his selflessness, but here we are. The lights on his screen briefly form a heart as a hand gets placed against his "cheek."
It's brief because the next statement is that.
The lights dim.]
...DO YOU WANT THE TRUTH?
[He knows Keats is going to say "yes", but here's hoping something possess that horrible brain of his to make him have mercy.]
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It's brief because the next statement is that.
The lights dim.]
...DO YOU WANT THE TRUTH?
[He knows Keats is going to say "yes", but here's hoping something possess that horrible brain of his to make him have mercy.]