[A restless spirit, yearning to be remembered, clinging to whatever worldly emotions or physical attachments it might've once had when alive. Sometimes Slaine feels like this, feels like said spirit, wandering through life tied down only by the dedication he has toward a singular individual, and the desperate desire he has to have something fulfilled and validated by them.
His head droops as he sits on the edge of the mattress, feeling a sudden sting at the corner of his eyes. He feels sick. His very own existence makes him feel ill.]
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[A restless spirit, yearning to be remembered, clinging to whatever worldly emotions or physical attachments it might've once had when alive. Sometimes Slaine feels like this, feels like said spirit, wandering through life tied down only by the dedication he has toward a singular individual, and the desperate desire he has to have something fulfilled and validated by them.
His head droops as he sits on the edge of the mattress, feeling a sudden sting at the corner of his eyes. He feels sick. His very own existence makes him feel ill.]
...How do you stop hating yourself?