Mm… I’m not very good at communicating. [Yuuto knows this comes from having interacted with very few people, but it still makes him feel inadequate. He curls slightly on himself and looks away.] How will we know when it’s done? I, um…
[The guilt feels heavier as he admits-]
My body processes poison very slowly… Ugh. I really screwed up…
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[The guilt feels heavier as he admits-]
My body processes poison very slowly… Ugh. I really screwed up…