[So what if something happens to him? That's been his whole life, and he knows, in the end, it'll be his whole death, too. He'll be alone, and something will happen, and that'll just be the end of it.
But Therion pulls his scarf up even further, all the way over the end of his nose, because he also remembers what disappearing felt like, how viscerally afraid he was that he might stop existing. What if that happens again, and he's alone?]
...Well. Would you want to be there, then?
[Like it's no big deal. Like he's not still half-hiding in his scarf and keeping his eyes trained ahead.]
Since you're already teaching me the dance half of it, anyway.
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But Therion pulls his scarf up even further, all the way over the end of his nose, because he also remembers what disappearing felt like, how viscerally afraid he was that he might stop existing. What if that happens again, and he's alone?]
...Well. Would you want to be there, then?
[Like it's no big deal. Like he's not still half-hiding in his scarf and keeping his eyes trained ahead.]
Since you're already teaching me the dance half of it, anyway.