[It's fortunate that he has the bottle on hand, now, and that Chara no longer has to carry it all hours of the day. No longer holding him on that tether, though the gesture had less to do with trust, and more with needing to ease the great weight on their shoulders.]
[He's taken them before, shaken them out and swallowed them dry. He lets them rattle as he rolls the bottle between his fingertips: a little orange bottle with the label scratched and torn, with those precious white capsules that are the sole synthetic shield between him and something - far, far worse.]
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[He's taken them before, shaken them out and swallowed them dry. He lets them rattle as he rolls the bottle between his fingertips: a little orange bottle with the label scratched and torn, with those precious white capsules that are the sole synthetic shield between him and something - far, far worse.]
These help. Just...not always enough.