[The feeling he keeps getting is familiar. It reminds him of something. Something... recent. But it's not quite there. It's like the feeling is already fading every time he realizes it's there. That makes it hard for him to know what it's reminding him of.
His brother's voice gets to him, because of course it does. It's always been an obvious weak spot. He knows this is some kind of trick, but that doesn't help as much as he'd like. He still wants it to stop.
Serif's eyes go dark.]
S h u t u p .
[It's a pretty pointless thing to say, but he finds himself saying it anyway.]
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His brother's voice gets to him, because of course it does. It's always been an obvious weak spot. He knows this is some kind of trick, but that doesn't help as much as he'd like. He still wants it to stop.
Serif's eyes go dark.]
S h u t u p .
[It's a pretty pointless thing to say, but he finds himself saying it anyway.]