IT'S CHOKING UP HIS THROAT NOW

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

The flames may arise from his own body, but the heat even for him was beginning to make itself louder than the adrenaline. A burning sensation licked at his sides and he felt the flames start to disperse away from his body and sit more around his paws and sides in a defensive manner. Still diluting his gaze, but far enough away that his fur would not burn farther than it already has. If only they could see through that ring - it would be the most fur anyone would have ever seen from the boy. Though, if they were to see, they, too, would realize, patches of it were missing.

He huffs, paws shaking as Wormwood approaches, flames increasing in height. Though, the seem to die down slightly once he hears the words, his body crouching closer to the ground. He blinks up at the lion, the words registering but no response dialing in his head. The growling ceases, at least, and he seems to be grounding himself some more. That is, until, he hears the male's next set of words. "Friend?" he mumbles in shock. The tiger tenses, his body growing smaller. Beck was going to be unhappy. He hurt his friend. Roy was going to be punished. He was bad. He's done it again. He had promised himself he wouldn't.

The weapon is frozen - useless -

it thinks it can defy its purpose.

He was like a ticking time bomb; he needed to be locked up to keep others safe.

Another came - the flaming skeletal creature, similar to himself, but now he can only see and hear the voices and the fire and his mistakes roaring at him. "I'm sorry." He mumbles with a shaky voice. What are you doing? Let's go! Before he wakes up!

He had never been one to run away from his problems before, but now all he can think is that it was his only choice. It is the second time he has been presented this choice, and he has the opportunity to choose right. Why wouldn't he take it?

Oh, but, where would he go? It doesn't matter.

The beast's paws lift and leap into the air, past the others, running quickly. The flames follow his body, enveloping him once more as he fades into the distance. If any were to follow, call out, plead for him, he would not realize it, he would not hear it. He is too far away now. He has hurt too much now. He has seen this all before.