[ 'Okay' is a pretty bold claim, considering the current state they're in. Every part of their body aches, their head ringing and frame still trembling. His breath is shallow and pained, face heated and stained with tears and blood, the same blood still filling his mouth from some yet-unidentified wound. Their hands flex where they're bound, pierced, a fresh wave of agony spreading up his arm, and...
... he's just so tired. He's so tired, and everything hurts so much, and he was so close to freedom and so close to death--
Ranboo's body sags in the bindings, and all they can do is sob. It wracks their body where it dangles, their narrow chest heaving with it, head tipped back and then dropped forward so that their broken mask clinks sharply against the edge of that-- that thing that they're trapped inside of.
But after a moment, what's just happened processes more fully, and Ranboo realizes whose voice they hear-- they swallow thickly, coughing, spitting up blood before calling out to him weakly. ]
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... he's just so tired. He's so tired, and everything hurts so much, and he was so close to freedom and so close to death--
Ranboo's body sags in the bindings, and all they can do is sob. It wracks their body where it dangles, their narrow chest heaving with it, head tipped back and then dropped forward so that their broken mask clinks sharply against the edge of that-- that thing that they're trapped inside of.
But after a moment, what's just happened processes more fully, and Ranboo realizes whose voice they hear-- they swallow thickly, coughing, spitting up blood before calling out to him weakly. ]
Ch-- Charlie...?