César's hands only have a couple of calluses, useful ones he kept to have better grip on tools. A few very thin scars he kept for measurement's sake. The rest of his hand is soft.
He likes to tell himself he isn't one for tears often, but that promise makes his vision blur. Magne sitting here, holding his hand between hers. César feels safe. It takes him a moment to work at the Japanese to respond.
"[Thank you, Magne. I feel safe when I'm with you. I... wish I knew what Vika was thinking. But I also am glad I don't. How long before she does that to someone else she perceives to be a threat? Or kills me again? And desecrating my corpse... she just wanted proof I existed to show First Aid. Traumatizing him instead. She's not been properly socialized.]"
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He likes to tell himself he isn't one for tears often, but that promise makes his vision blur. Magne sitting here, holding his hand between hers. César feels safe. It takes him a moment to work at the Japanese to respond.
"[Thank you, Magne. I feel safe when I'm with you. I... wish I knew what Vika was thinking. But I also am glad I don't. How long before she does that to someone else she perceives to be a threat? Or kills me again? And desecrating my corpse... she just wanted proof I existed to show First Aid. Traumatizing him instead. She's not been properly socialized.]"