[ the pain is white-hot, searing. different from scarring his face, especially with no taser side effects to numb the sensation. he's not even really sure if this is the crossguard blade; it could be the main blade for all that he knows and feels from the experience. a loud argh noise escapes him. ]
Don't.
[ the word pushes through all the pain to bubble up out of him. besides knowing he still wouldn't be rescued, the idea of his friends and (found) family knowing what had become of him still felt... shameful. embarrassing. it was better for them to think of him as dead, or at least as a prisoner being locked up and left to rot. ]
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Don't.
[ the word pushes through all the pain to bubble up out of him. besides knowing he still wouldn't be rescued, the idea of his friends and (found) family knowing what had become of him still felt... shameful. embarrassing. it was better for them to think of him as dead, or at least as a prisoner being locked up and left to rot. ]