[She's reaching out a hand to touch him, paused, and Murphy can't refuse it, the offer of contact. He doesn't make any move to accept it, either. It isn't like this pain is a physical one. Her hand isn't going to do anything to help.]
I wouldn't be suffering without it.
[Anger and frustration growing thorns around and through the pain. More than just the brood connection, the sharp ache of two parts of it sheering away. People leaving, dying, it didn't bring him to his knees, drop him to the floor like this. Clutching to others, holding onto Seviilia even when he wants to pull back, wants to avoid the knowledge of that hunger in her, the fact it's getting something off the state he's in. He should be able to pull himself together. Walk away. This isn't him.]
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I wouldn't be suffering without it.
[Anger and frustration growing thorns around and through the pain. More than just the brood connection, the sharp ache of two parts of it sheering away. People leaving, dying, it didn't bring him to his knees, drop him to the floor like this. Clutching to others, holding onto Seviilia even when he wants to pull back, wants to avoid the knowledge of that hunger in her, the fact it's getting something off the state he's in. He should be able to pull himself together. Walk away. This isn't him.]