soda knew he wasn't himself. he wasn't hiding the pain well.
he audibly whined at the sight of himself in the mirror, so broken and tired.
still. nobody could know. he'd die before anyone found out.
(trigger warnings for non-con, self harm, and overall distressing situations)
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You're alone.
He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself that the Nogistune was no longer with him. Or if he was letting himself know, without a doubt, that he deserved, and was, alone.