[Sparkling focuses on the sound of Spike's voice as if trying to keep track of where he is even though he can't see him. It takes enough of his concentration that it's almost a distraction from how much everything just...is. It isn't even pain anymore so much as it's too much of everything happening to his body all at once. It hurts to breathe, he can't breathe, the flowers itch and strain his skin. Even the sound of the clusters of blossoms brushing up against themselves every time Sparkling moves is starting to get to him. It's like a reminder of how fully they've begun to take his body over, letting him know just how final his sentence really is.
What happened happened, and now he's got to lay in the ditch he's dug for himself.
His eyes are closed when Spike comes back, resting...or perhaps thinking. It would be a blessing to not think, but unfortunately sleep is off the table at the moment. So instead he's left to wonder if, maybe...]
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What happened happened, and now he's got to lay in the ditch he's dug for himself.
His eyes are closed when Spike comes back, resting...or perhaps thinking. It would be a blessing to not think, but unfortunately sleep is off the table at the moment. So instead he's left to wonder if, maybe...]
At the facility, they're...treating people.
[He swallows, audibly.]
I don't think I can go back.