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"Why are you being so flippant about this?!" How was Dark so calm with such an injury on his neck?? Damien was wringing his cane in an attempt to try and process the mess in front of him. "Every time I have seen you lately you've been injured. You've been stabbed, shot, punched, and who knows what else. How can you expect me to be calm about this?"
It was taking everything in him not to start pacing. He knew he couldn't talk sense into the entity at this point. It was too late for that.
"Darkling, please. You need to try and keep out of trouble. What if you aren't so lucky next time? What if something awful happens to you? What if..." He had to pause to collect himself. It wouldn't be that bad. "Please. The mess can be cleared later, but I need to know you're going to be okay... Does it hurt?"
















