[When he hears movement outside of the door, Uai clamps his hand over his mouth. He’d almost forgotten that he didn’t live alone here. He shouldn’t be making such a scene. They’ll get angry at him and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t quite like the feeling of his scaled skin either. It’s then that he hears Azura’s voice outside the door.
And his heart sinks. She’s been so kind and supportive. Moreso than he deserves... What is she going to think when she sees him like this? She will probably know what he (thinks) it means: That he’s corrupting and evil, inside and out. He can’t pretend to be redeemable anymore.
The idea of her seeing this is too much. So Uai takes one last breath in, carefully exhales, and then tries to steady his voice.]
Yes. I’m fine. Sorry for making a fuss. [At this point, he’s trying to stand again. Maybe if he can fall asleep, and just not wake up, he can keep pretending. Maybe he can still be human in his dreams.] I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.
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And his heart sinks. She’s been so kind and supportive. Moreso than he deserves... What is she going to think when she sees him like this? She will probably know what he (thinks) it means: That he’s corrupting and evil, inside and out. He can’t pretend to be redeemable anymore.
The idea of her seeing this is too much. So Uai takes one last breath in, carefully exhales, and then tries to steady his voice.]
Yes. I’m fine. Sorry for making a fuss. [At this point, he’s trying to stand again. Maybe if he can fall asleep, and just not wake up, he can keep pretending. Maybe he can still be human in his dreams.] I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.