[ he feels relieved and he hates it - but inside that hatred is a tiny flicker of hope. In all the misery and lack of direction he's been feeling since -- well, since that love potion wore off, but since today's trial, especially, he's shocked to find it. A wisp of happiness. He's afraid of it, immediately thinks it can't be real, but he simultaneously feels himself desperately trying to protect it. ]
... Will you listen to my story, Belph?
[ he'll lay all his cards on the table. he's never done this before and he's fucking petrified - his face remains stony as ever, but his hands are still shaking, and even in the darkness, now it's plain as day: his right eye is bright red, practically glowing. He's so terrified of being rejected he could throw up. But he wants to choose. ]
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[ he feels relieved and he hates it - but inside that hatred is a tiny flicker of hope. In all the misery and lack of direction he's been feeling since -- well, since that love potion wore off, but since today's trial, especially, he's shocked to find it. A wisp of happiness. He's afraid of it, immediately thinks it can't be real, but he simultaneously feels himself desperately trying to protect it. ]
... Will you listen to my story, Belph?
[ he'll lay all his cards on the table. he's never done this before and he's fucking petrified - his face remains stony as ever, but his hands are still shaking, and even in the darkness, now it's plain as day: his right eye is bright red, practically glowing. He's so terrified of being rejected he could throw up. But he wants to choose. ]