[Sparkling is quiet, for a time. He focuses on his breathing, letting his body rest as much as it can inbetween the stints where the flowers continue to grow, trying to choke him out from the inside.]
You're...right.
[He's right. And Sparkling...maybe it's against his better judgement, but he trusts Spike.
So why won't the words come? Why won't he save himself?
His eyes shift away, looking blankly across the room.]
I guess it just all feels...a bit unfair. To be forced against your own terms...
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You're...right.
[He's right. And Sparkling...maybe it's against his better judgement, but he trusts Spike.
So why won't the words come? Why won't he save himself?
His eyes shift away, looking blankly across the room.]
I guess it just all feels...a bit unfair. To be forced against your own terms...