[ Maybe he would want to live if he has just a smidgen of her certainty. Roy isn't even sure if he should wish for it or wish to never receive it. His head's in a muddle and he's sure it's all her fault.
He doesn't say a word, returning to his sullenness on the bed, head turned away, eyes lowered and lips pressed together. If he doesn't speak, if he keeps even his head silent, then maybe she'll disappear.
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He doesn't say a word, returning to his sullenness on the bed, head turned away, eyes lowered and lips pressed together. If he doesn't speak, if he keeps even his head silent, then maybe she'll disappear.
It's the kind of thought Alexandria would have. ]