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[ He should back out of this, he thinks, suddenly. Maybe it's not too late. It's not like last time he... participated in some weird shit, with Mom grabbing his arm, desperate, begging him and his father to do the séance or whatever the fuck it was, with her. He can say no this time.

....But what if this really can... help him? Fix some things? Protect him from.... the after-effects of a curse, or whatever's going on with him? And keep any of those people out if they show up? And keep him safe?

What if?

The teen stands there, clearly angsting over it, chewing at his bottom lip so hard that it turns raw and red. His heart's beating like a hummingbird trapped in his chest, and he's light-headed, and he's so fucking afraid. ]

.....Will it hurt?

[ Whatever she's going to.... do. Will he feel it? Will it be painful? ]