[The hotel employees must be really sick of all these spectral soap operas unfolding in their building. Why couldn't more people just... go have them at the PokeMart or in front of the dance studio or something? WHY HERE.]
[Wrath continues to cling, staring up at Envy from where he's sort of pressed into his side, eyes still dewy with tears. But he's not wailing, at least.]
[In the ringing silence that followed Envy's final demanding outburst, Wrath finally pipes up. His voice is tiny.]
no subject
[Wrath continues to cling, staring up at Envy from where he's sort of pressed into his side, eyes still dewy with tears. But he's not wailing, at least.]
[In the ringing silence that followed Envy's final demanding outburst, Wrath finally pipes up. His voice is tiny.]
... You're... not just like her.