[ Why couldn't his blood be warmer? The thought sickens him, the very notion that he would want to be anything than indigo is deeply unsettling... but he can't protect Gamzee like this. He can fight for him, he can kill for him, but he can't save him when his own body is the enemy.
What can he do... He knows what he should do - he knows how easy it would be. All he would have to do was wait until he fell asleep, pet his hair, stroke his cheeks, then grab his horns and twist and it would all be over.
That's what he should do.
But he can't. He can't. His shoulders shake. He needs to keep Gamzee fed, and warm, and safe. ]
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[ Why couldn't his blood be warmer? The thought sickens him, the very notion that he would want to be anything than indigo is deeply unsettling... but he can't protect Gamzee like this. He can fight for him, he can kill for him, but he can't save him when his own body is the enemy.
What can he do... He knows what he should do - he knows how easy it would be. All he would have to do was wait until he fell asleep, pet his hair, stroke his cheeks, then grab his horns and twist and it would all be over.
That's what he should do.
But he can't. He can't. His shoulders shake. He needs to keep Gamzee fed, and warm, and safe. ]
... Call something over. Something big.