"Yes, yes, absolutely yes. I knew the moment I started in that direction, and these these scars -" he unclenched his hands and held them palm up towards Valli. Angry, dagger-shaped burns across both. "These scars are just reminders because I didn't want to let go of a piece of home even when my own daggers started burning me."
"And when I was there, when I I, when I fell all the way." He'd pulled his hands back in, wings clenched tight, and so so quiet. Still trying to speak deliberately though he kept stumbling. Hesitating over each word, afraid of all of them, disgusted, both. "I stood there and my thoughts were.. I knew it would make me fall. I started falling because my thoughts were bad. Because I... And I knew I was falling and I didn't stop and I gave away a dagger but I kept one. It wasn't planned until it was and I was there. And I tried so so I tried to make it so I wouldn't... come back. My thoughts were bad, I'm bad before I act, and my thoughts.. I'd still..."
Ishvi put his hands over his eyes abruptly, holding his head in his hands, a futile gesture trying to hide. He physically couldn't cry in this form, but he still shivered slightly. But he'd stopped talking. Was trying to stem the flood of words, though it was probably too late.
"And when I was there, when I I, when I fell all the way." He'd pulled his hands back in, wings clenched tight, and so so quiet. Still trying to speak deliberately though he kept stumbling. Hesitating over each word, afraid of all of them, disgusted, both. "I stood there and my thoughts were.. I knew it would make me fall. I started falling because my thoughts were bad. Because I... And I knew I was falling and I didn't stop and I gave away a dagger but I kept one. It wasn't planned until it was and I was there. And I tried so so I tried to make it so I wouldn't... come back. My thoughts were bad, I'm bad before I act, and my thoughts.. I'd still..."
Ishvi put his hands over his eyes abruptly, holding his head in his hands, a futile gesture trying to hide. He physically couldn't cry in this form, but he still shivered slightly. But he'd stopped talking. Was trying to stem the flood of words, though it was probably too late.