Fuck, please. [He hadn't meant to mutter it, and—no, he can't crack yet. There are still dozens of people out there, and he has to keep on. He's done worse before, plenty worse, in the name of his own survival, hasn't he? He must have.
He sits back on his heels, breathing out another long, shaky breath and forcing Kris to look at him. He speaks evenly, his words no longer coloured by any emotion on than seriousness.] I don't enjoy this, Kris. I'm just doing what I have to to get us through. Believe that, okay? [If I just think about it being one of them doing that to you, it's easy. But you don't need to hear that.]
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He sits back on his heels, breathing out another long, shaky breath and forcing Kris to look at him. He speaks evenly, his words no longer coloured by any emotion on than seriousness.] I don't enjoy this, Kris. I'm just doing what I have to to get us through. Believe that, okay? [If I just think about it being one of them doing that to you, it's easy. But you don't need to hear that.]