[Mephisto flinches, as if the word physically strikes him. His loosen briefly, heart in his throat as he feels a vivid wave of fear, of familiarity, of --
And just like that, he pushes it down. It isn't the time to get overwhelmed by a word, a language he hasn't heard in years (save for a whisper during a moment he doesn't want to remember).]
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And just like that, he pushes it down. It isn't the time to get overwhelmed by a word, a language he hasn't heard in years (save for a whisper during a moment he doesn't want to remember).]
Told you not to leave me.