[The Boss's tightening grip brings a strange kind of comfort; if their roles were inverted, Doppio thinks he'd be doing the same thing. It all makes a little more sense now - he hates this, but he's not alone. They both do, but neither of them are alone. Thank goodness.
Each step the priest takes offsets that comfort. He wants to back away, but the Boss is right behind him, and...
And something about this feels nauseatingly familiar.
The sensation is vague, so vague it's hardly there at all, but vague sensations and faint deja vus and distant familiarities compound, and all of them make him feel like he can't quite feel his limbs anymore. Now that he knows what he knows, he wonders if that's only wishful thinking.
The priest opens his mouth. He says, "I'm not angry with you."]
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Each step the priest takes offsets that comfort. He wants to back away, but the Boss is right behind him, and...
And something about this feels nauseatingly familiar.
The sensation is vague, so vague it's hardly there at all, but vague sensations and faint deja vus and distant familiarities compound, and all of them make him feel like he can't quite feel his limbs anymore. Now that he knows what he knows, he wonders if that's only wishful thinking.
The priest opens his mouth. He says, "I'm not angry with you."]