[He contemplates this a moment, mouth an unsteady downturned line of concern.]
W-what if she thinks I'm a bad child? My M-Mother thinks so.
[How does one define badness, after all? For himself, he isn't sure. Only knows that this place isn't what he wants, isn't where he belongs, but doesn't that make him bad? That unbelonging, his pathetic weakness.
A moment's delay as he shifts from foot to foot, and then warily, he points to the ominous vines.]
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W-what if she thinks I'm a bad child? My M-Mother thinks so.
[How does one define badness, after all? For himself, he isn't sure. Only knows that this place isn't what he wants, isn't where he belongs, but doesn't that make him bad? That unbelonging, his pathetic weakness.
A moment's delay as he shifts from foot to foot, and then warily, he points to the ominous vines.]
Are you going to...to h-hurt me with those?