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That's fine! That's how I imagined it in my head.
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[/html]When he sat down next to her, the only sound she made was a whimper. Claudius immediately recoiled, wishing she would stop making those sounds. When he had spiraled into a self-loathing state of hermithood, he had been silent and invisible. He didn’t know how to deal with someone who was visibly distressed. He had hidden himself from the world for a month after Tayui left and he had only eaten when the tribe provided it for him. He couldn’t hunt because he was too sick, but he didn’t want anyone to know how truly pathetic he’d been. Even though he’d gone through two instances of solitude, he still couldn’t translate these experiences into anything useable. He had compassion and held pity for Gemma, but he didn’t know how to express it.

When he saw her draw her hands away from her head, now covered in blood, Claudius whimpered quietly.

“Puh-please juh-Gemma, puh-please, do-on’t duh-do th-th… th… p… please,” he whined. He couldn’t reach out to make her stop; he just wanted her to do it.

When she turned to look at him, he gasped loudly.

“Juh-Gemma,” he said again, this time his eyes filling up with tears. She was so hurt and he couldn’t do anything about it.[html]
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