[The light pressure of Vil's forehead against his own his heaven. Sitting there like that and lacing their fingers together, it's so easy to forget about his troubles. In this short moment, it's like the panic attack he had not too long ago had never happened.]
If that's what you're telling me, it doesn't matter what anyone else says.
[The lies, the insults, the threatening language...it all fades to background static underneath Vil's truth.]
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If that's what you're telling me, it doesn't matter what anyone else says.
[The lies, the insults, the threatening language...it all fades to background static underneath Vil's truth.]