[It brings a small smile to Diavolo's face and it drowns out the world around him, if only for a moment. Then Doppio winces and his heavy breathing breaks the reverie, and Diavolo can't help but to move in closer. He closes the gap between them, presses himself against Doppio's back, and curls his arms around him. It's easier to touch like this from behind. It's easier to exist at all here, where he can lean in close and study the world from behind Doppio's shoulder. Safer, warmer — not quite right, but nothing here ever is.]
And I will never be alone — as long as you stay with me.
[Doppio is tense, ragged and worn, and it strikes Diavolo that this may be too much too fast. Impulse after impulse led to this moment with no rationale in sight. What is his plan? What did he want so badly for Doppio to see?
He doesn't have an answer.
But he knows it isn't just one thing. There is no singular memory that will save him. The pain is the result of years of built-up frustration he wants to release at once, and plunging them both into the depths of it seemed as good a way as any to rid himself of it all.]
But to stay with me, you must persevere. This will all be meaningless if I guide you every step of the way. Think, Doppio. This town. Our dreams. Do you remember any of it...?
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[It brings a small smile to Diavolo's face and it drowns out the world around him, if only for a moment. Then Doppio winces and his heavy breathing breaks the reverie, and Diavolo can't help but to move in closer. He closes the gap between them, presses himself against Doppio's back, and curls his arms around him. It's easier to touch like this from behind. It's easier to exist at all here, where he can lean in close and study the world from behind Doppio's shoulder. Safer, warmer — not quite right, but nothing here ever is.]
And I will never be alone — as long as you stay with me.
[Doppio is tense, ragged and worn, and it strikes Diavolo that this may be too much too fast. Impulse after impulse led to this moment with no rationale in sight. What is his plan? What did he want so badly for Doppio to see?
He doesn't have an answer.
But he knows it isn't just one thing. There is no singular memory that will save him. The pain is the result of years of built-up frustration he wants to release at once, and plunging them both into the depths of it seemed as good a way as any to rid himself of it all.]
But to stay with me, you must persevere. This will all be meaningless if I guide you every step of the way. Think, Doppio. This town. Our dreams. Do you remember any of it...?