[He stares at the locket, turning it over in his fingers. It's heavier than it should be. When it hangs around his neck (and it always hangs around his neck) the world is darker and more full of shadows than he knows it is. He avoids people at the best of times, and that's only been made easier with this. People avoid him now.
He lets the locket fall against his chest, against his heart, and laces his fingers again, twists them, picks at the loose thread along the wraps, watching as he pulls slowly and it unravels stitch by stitch by stitch.]
I don't think so. He doesn't do things that way. He's. Careful.
[And yes, it's said with the quiet confidence of someone who's watched him do things.]
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[He stares at the locket, turning it over in his fingers. It's heavier than it should be. When it hangs around his neck (and it always hangs around his neck) the world is darker and more full of shadows than he knows it is. He avoids people at the best of times, and that's only been made easier with this. People avoid him now.
He lets the locket fall against his chest, against his heart, and laces his fingers again, twists them, picks at the loose thread along the wraps, watching as he pulls slowly and it unravels stitch by stitch by stitch.]
I don't think so. He doesn't do things that way. He's. Careful.
[And yes, it's said with the quiet confidence of someone who's watched him do things.]