[He opens his mouth, closes it again, tries to make sense of things. He did a bad thing, he knows he did. The part of him that still remembers a bare hand and an electric magic touch wants to fall down on his knees, sob, apologize, make it better by being anything that Mickey wants him to be. If it was Shandra--]
[But it's not. He has to forcibly wrench his thoughts off that track. Mickey can't hurt him like that. He can hit him, he could probably kill him if he really tried to, but he can't take away what makes him him.]
[Cassel hopes he wouldn't want to. But sometimes it's hard to know. The parts of him that are intrinsically Cassel are also the parts that hurt other people, over and over and over again, that make people turn their backs on him. Tell him to grow the fuck up.]
[Swallowing, he shakes his head. What ultimately comes out is helpless and small.]
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[But it's not. He has to forcibly wrench his thoughts off that track. Mickey can't hurt him like that. He can hit him, he could probably kill him if he really tried to, but he can't take away what makes him him.]
[Cassel hopes he wouldn't want to. But sometimes it's hard to know. The parts of him that are intrinsically Cassel are also the parts that hurt other people, over and over and over again, that make people turn their backs on him. Tell him to grow the fuck up.]
[Swallowing, he shakes his head. What ultimately comes out is helpless and small.]
You got hurt.