[ he hates this actually. these feelings which he can't understand wash over him and all he wants to do is rip them out. he wasn't raised to feel such things, nor does he think he was born to either.
he stumbles slightly, hunches over for a long moment before he can draw himself up; it's suddenly frigid in his immediate vicinity, a part of him he doesn't know kicking in to reject all of what's happening to him.
eventually he draws another breath and manages to spit out a few words. ]
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he stumbles slightly, hunches over for a long moment before he can draw himself up; it's suddenly frigid in his immediate vicinity, a part of him he doesn't know kicking in to reject all of what's happening to him.
eventually he draws another breath and manages to spit out a few words. ]
I reject all of this.