( It doesn't feel real. It feels empty. It feels....—
—like it had back then. Like it's happening to someone else, like he's watching it all play out, and he's helpless, and he's numb. Peter just sits there, not moving. For a moment, he thinks he feels Paimon flicker at the edges of his vision, like a migraine.
Then he's gone. Weirdly, the demon doesn't take over. Peter wishes he would, but it's almost like Paimon's shied away from this. Peter's.... alone.
No, not alone; Falco's still there on the other side. Little and sweet and soft and sad, more than a kid should be. Charlie's age. Something's hitching in Peter's throat and he feels like he needs to be sick. )
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—like it had back then. Like it's happening to someone else, like he's watching it all play out, and he's helpless, and he's numb. Peter just sits there, not moving. For a moment, he thinks he feels Paimon flicker at the edges of his vision, like a migraine.
Then he's gone. Weirdly, the demon doesn't take over. Peter wishes he would, but it's almost like Paimon's shied away from this. Peter's.... alone.
No, not alone; Falco's still there on the other side. Little and sweet and soft and sad, more than a kid should be. Charlie's age. Something's hitching in Peter's throat and he feels like he needs to be sick. )
i dont
( His fingers type the words, numbly. )
im sorry
i dont know what to do