First thing they do
is to substitute pleasure for pain
"Eleven...fuck." Olavi shook his head; the tiny bit of him that still had morals and cared about other people cringed, thinking of an eleven year old kid getting whisked up into the world of smuggling in Torchline: it wasn't a pretty place. A dark rabbit hole for an adult, never mind a child. He sighed, finding himself getting somewhat sad and grumpy with this conversation.
Pushing himself off the edge, he looked at Milo over his shoulder. "I hope you stay that way too, kid." And with that, as abruptly as ever, he was gone.
{FIN}
Pushing himself off the edge, he looked at Milo over his shoulder. "I hope you stay that way too, kid." And with that, as abruptly as ever, he was gone.
{FIN}
Helping themselves figure out
there's so much they can gain
there's so much they can gain
Olavi
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