❝’S fine, really. You don’t have to come it!❞ Syx pressed his back against the door of the bathroom. He really didn’t want to come out. His hand pressed over his opposite wrist. A repeated mantra in his head. He didn’t need pain. He didn’t. It was purely psychological. There was no need for fresh scars. He was just… restless because he hadn’t had a battle in ages. That was it.
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