[Beijing has been hard on all of them, and it's Mikal's job to be the strong one for everyone. He has to be unmovable, he has to appear unaffected, even if he's crumbling inside. Even if he's waking up from nightmares every time he manages to close his eyes.
He's only just managed to fall asleep when he's woken again by Andyr slipping in next to him, wrapping around him. He sighs deeply and turns his head. When it's just the two of them alone, he can afford to let himself show a little, to reveal the turmoil behind the icy exterior. But even now, with Andyr suffering so much, he feels like he has to be the strong one. And he's just so tired.
He's so tired. He's been running on rage and the thirst for revenge for so long, he feels worn thin by it. But he can't stop. He can't afford to. He doesn't have time.]
Andyr...
[He sighs out softly, unable to hide the exhaustion in his voice.]
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He's only just managed to fall asleep when he's woken again by Andyr slipping in next to him, wrapping around him. He sighs deeply and turns his head. When it's just the two of them alone, he can afford to let himself show a little, to reveal the turmoil behind the icy exterior. But even now, with Andyr suffering so much, he feels like he has to be the strong one. And he's just so tired.
He's so tired. He's been running on rage and the thirst for revenge for so long, he feels worn thin by it. But he can't stop. He can't afford to. He doesn't have time.]
Andyr...
[He sighs out softly, unable to hide the exhaustion in his voice.]
What time is it?