[Alexei is usually composed, and now isn't much of an exception; his voice remains even, at least, though some small, horrid part of him thinks that it's good that Asgore can't see anything - it keeps him from noticing how his fists have clenched at his sides, how his eyes have slid closed because he doesn't know what to look at and that seems as good an alternative as any.
He hasn't told anyone. Asgore is still a stranger to him; even if he weren't, he would ultimately have no reason to care, Alexei is fairly sure.
Perhaps that's why, then.]
Before I was brought here, I...
[His words trail off a bit; the thought doesn't seem to want to finish itself in any reasonable capacity. It frustrates him, momentarily, but not as much as the break in his voice before he cut off does.
Disgraceful, really.
He shakes his head a bit, more to clear it than anything else.]
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[Alexei is usually composed, and now isn't much of an exception; his voice remains even, at least, though some small, horrid part of him thinks that it's good that Asgore can't see anything - it keeps him from noticing how his fists have clenched at his sides, how his eyes have slid closed because he doesn't know what to look at and that seems as good an alternative as any.
He hasn't told anyone. Asgore is still a stranger to him; even if he weren't, he would ultimately have no reason to care, Alexei is fairly sure.
Perhaps that's why, then.]
Before I was brought here, I...
[His words trail off a bit; the thought doesn't seem to want to finish itself in any reasonable capacity. It frustrates him, momentarily, but not as much as the break in his voice before he cut off does.
Disgraceful, really.
He shakes his head a bit, more to clear it than anything else.]
...Likewise.