[ It's a cliff, a thousand feet high. Staring down off the edge and knowing he has to step off of it. He has to. This won't change otherwise, and York is there, pushing. Pushing him towards it as he tries to rally breath enough to say the words. ]
I'm...
[ He tries another deep breath. It hitches again, stops halfway in a strange aborted sound, but York is there. That pressure is there at his shoulders and he's not taking that leap alone.
They're all the same. He needs to be better. Needs this to stop. ]
I'm...broken.
[ His whole body is tense, rigid. There's no comfort in saying it, no release, just that sick swoop in his stomach. The fall. The plummet downwards and he's going to hit ground eventually. ]
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I'm...
[ He tries another deep breath. It hitches again, stops halfway in a strange aborted sound, but York is there. That pressure is there at his shoulders and he's not taking that leap alone.
They're all the same. He needs to be better. Needs this to stop. ]
I'm...broken.
[ His whole body is tense, rigid. There's no comfort in saying it, no release, just that sick swoop in his stomach. The fall. The plummet downwards and he's going to hit ground eventually. ]