[ his fingers scrabble along the ground, searching for something, and venus watches in horror as the glass cuts into him - small but vicious tears, blood already beginning to seep out and mingle with the discolored wine around them. ]
Stop it. Stop it!
[ the time for conscious thought is gone. she stumbles forward, her boots thankfully crushing the broken glass underfoot, and makes to grab at his wrists. he can't keep doing this. it's hurting him. can't he see how much it's hurting him? ]
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Stop it. Stop it!
[ the time for conscious thought is gone. she stumbles forward, her boots thankfully crushing the broken glass underfoot, and makes to grab at his wrists. he can't keep doing this. it's hurting him. can't he see how much it's hurting him? ]
You're going to tear yourself apart-!