[ jayce hears what he's saying but the melancholic curve of his brows doesn't signal his consideration. does serph know, what it's like— to look into the eyes of a man who has given up? it's hollow, distant and set. thinking about all this again has triggered him to fall apart and show it. he doesn't want to carve a new path. and he certainly doesn't want to believe there is more life after death, because then his pain would just— continue. and where would he show up? back here again? it made no scientific sense, anyway.
he didn't want to live if it was without his other half. it was codependent and awful, but it was his truth. ]
Please, just take these. [ jayce pushes the papers from his hand to serph's chest. he doesn't want to elaborate further and he does not want to discuss the what ifs if he changes his mind. ] I'm tired.
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he didn't want to live if it was without his other half. it was codependent and awful, but it was his truth. ]
Please, just take these. [ jayce pushes the papers from his hand to serph's chest. he doesn't want to elaborate further and he does not want to discuss the what ifs if he changes his mind. ] I'm tired.