Libraries are evil, exhibit C

[robinred]

[It's a funny twist in his gut- to know what's going to happen, and to know he'll forget the details the second his mun wishes, the second he's being written for the game. And it's all a game to them, and even holding a magnifying lens over ants working to keep themselves alive through the winter is considerably more humane than this.]

[Say it. Drown it. Stab it. Hide and seek.]

[--what did the doctor call it? Parasitic infestation. No left ear. Nerves about to give out and a voice tighter than-- what a piece of work he must look like.]

[They start tomorrow. They have knives.]

[Good luck.]

[Tim wishes he could glare, but it seems like he'd only be playing along if he did. It'd mean too much. It'd be too warm, and if he's cold, then he's got no hot spark to spare his mun. He's cool, like he's musing over a chess match.]

What are you going to do now? [Yeah, sure. He's scared. Who wouldn't be? At least he can pretend he knows better than to show it off.]