[this is such a cute naib icon what the fuck? what the fuck.
"my heart...?"
the squirrel considers this, still overwhelmed as it looks between the two of them. it's there, beneath the overwhelming hopelessness here, and the fact the two of them are so different... it lends more credence to both of them. it isn't that they've just both led lives that gave them these answers, it's that theirs are so different and they've arrived here anyway. despite everything.
"i... i do," it says. "i don't want this."
the horde of squirrels screeches at this refusal, angry, despairing, and closes in. it overwhelms them not only with those feelings, but draws off whatever memories they can pick from the two of them. any time they've felt worse than any other, when they might have hurt in a way that it felt like they couldn't recover from, or felt like things might never improve-- or perhaps even just, very simply, the worst they've ever felt.
it feels real. it feels stifling. somewhere in the background, their own mood squirrel squeaks, pained.]
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"my heart...?"
the squirrel considers this, still overwhelmed as it looks between the two of them. it's there, beneath the overwhelming hopelessness here, and the fact the two of them are so different... it lends more credence to both of them. it isn't that they've just both led lives that gave them these answers, it's that theirs are so different and they've arrived here anyway. despite everything.
"i... i do," it says. "i don't want this."
the horde of squirrels screeches at this refusal, angry, despairing, and closes in. it overwhelms them not only with those feelings, but draws off whatever memories they can pick from the two of them. any time they've felt worse than any other, when they might have hurt in a way that it felt like they couldn't recover from, or felt like things might never improve-- or perhaps even just, very simply, the worst they've ever felt.
it feels real. it feels stifling. somewhere in the background, their own mood squirrel squeaks, pained.]