Her claws catch his face. They rake lines across, marked in places with small beads of indigo. He raises his head back up slow, but unlike the last time someone did this to him, he doesn't raise it angry.
He's sad, and sorry, and weary of all of this. The words she speaks resonate clear as any carnathedral bell with him. He remembers the sound of the things and the way they'd make the whole place ring hollow.
Carefully, so as to be sure she won't run, he lets Terezi go. He even takes a small step back.
"I know what you're feeling," He says, ignoring the cuts. "KNOW IT WELL. S'why I want you to come with me. PLEASE?" He raises his hand once more in extended invitation.
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He's sad, and sorry, and weary of all of this. The words she speaks resonate clear as any carnathedral bell with him. He remembers the sound of the things and the way they'd make the whole place ring hollow.
Carefully, so as to be sure she won't run, he lets Terezi go. He even takes a small step back.
"I know what you're feeling," He says, ignoring the cuts. "KNOW IT WELL. S'why I want you to come with me. PLEASE?" He raises his hand once more in extended invitation.