[He's a real person. He can help. It's too late for that though, he couldn't- no, that's... yes, that's right. But it's- confusing, he's here but he isn't, he's somewhere between the cracks and he can't pull himself back out-]
It hurts. I-I'm slipping, sinking, I can't-
[He reaches out a shaky hand to latch onto Osomatsu's sleeve, and lets out a shuddering breath when he does. He can feel the texture of the fabric under his fingers, a small thing, but grounding nonetheless.]
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It hurts. I-I'm slipping, sinking, I can't-
[He reaches out a shaky hand to latch onto Osomatsu's sleeve, and lets out a shuddering breath when he does. He can feel the texture of the fabric under his fingers, a small thing, but grounding nonetheless.]