[ The outburst catches Chance off-guard - his heart pounds dully in his chest and suddenly he's the one wanting to walk away from all of this. His thoughts spiral, much too quickly for him to latch onto more than a few words and he knows he shouldn't be letting this happen to himself, he's supposed to be the responsible older person in the situation but he thinks about Vero, about Uriel, about Lyric, and he feels dizzy. His knuckles turn white holding his hot mug of coffee like it's the only tether left to reality.
Vero's not wrong. He and Uriel - they're already in too deep to really leave. But his mouth still feels full of cotton as he weakly manages ] I don't want to ask. [ Because he cares too much and he's scared for them. Scared because they didn't ask for this - though none of them did, really. ]
But... [ But Lyric isn't here to be the direct to a fault one, and loathe as he is to admit it, Vero and Uriel sticking with them is better than the alternative of trouble finding them somehow, and them being alone. So. ] You're right. So if you want me to, then I will.
[ A pause, to take a breath and to hear himself speak above the cacophony of noises in his brain. ] Will you join us?
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Vero's not wrong. He and Uriel - they're already in too deep to really leave. But his mouth still feels full of cotton as he weakly manages ] I don't want to ask. [ Because he cares too much and he's scared for them. Scared because they didn't ask for this - though none of them did, really. ]
But... [ But Lyric isn't here to be the direct to a fault one, and loathe as he is to admit it, Vero and Uriel sticking with them is better than the alternative of trouble finding them somehow, and them being alone. So. ] You're right. So if you want me to, then I will.
[ A pause, to take a breath and to hear himself speak above the cacophony of noises in his brain. ] Will you join us?