[Yi Sang now looks to be lost in thought. Not unreasonable, especially considering Daan's less than warm reaction to the slightest inquiry of the username. Not that Daan has anyone to blame but himself for that; it was made when he felt freshly tormented from the horrors of Prehevil, dwelling doubts and fears, and immaculate stitches.
But the silence isn't doing either of them any favors.]
Whatever's on your mind, you might as well say it.
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But the silence isn't doing either of them any favors.]
Whatever's on your mind, you might as well say it.