[ He swallows. Can't look away from those green-gold galaxies. His answer barely qualifies as more than a whisper. ] Yeah.
[ He remembers. He can't forget. He made John cry, made him shake and buck and weep and call his name, and Poe is terrified of going to that place. He's terrified of being that far in someone else's power.
He's been there once. He's been there twice, now, been broken open and had pieces of himself dragged into the light. And both times it was cruel. It was a nightmare. It left him broken and exhausted, violated, tainted.
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[ He remembers. He can't forget. He made John cry, made him shake and buck and weep and call his name, and Poe is terrified of going to that place. He's terrified of being that far in someone else's power.
He's been there once. He's been there twice, now, been broken open and had pieces of himself dragged into the light. And both times it was cruel. It was a nightmare. It left him broken and exhausted, violated, tainted.
It was nothing like John, but Poe can't help it.
He's terrified of that place. ] Please.