[Oh. That's new. Shame is what he feels now, a hot wash of it that prompts him to shudder and turn his face away. It's strong enough to drown out the pinprick of anger the disgusting, hungry presence in his gut feels, which is good, but Taako's shocked and frightened expression is burned into his mind, which is... not great. Kravitz's stomach turns.
He grates out a reply, voice hoarse with disuse and thick with emotion. It's hard to parse what, exactly- fear? Pain? Even Kravitz isn't sure.]
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He grates out a reply, voice hoarse with disuse and thick with emotion. It's hard to parse what, exactly- fear? Pain? Even Kravitz isn't sure.]
Please leave. Please.