He's quiet for a moment, just continuing to soothe Mattheiu with gentle strokes of his fingers. It makes sense now, and he understands better than he probably should; he'd already been through this, after all. But where he himself had relished in the loss of control his reaper was a far different sort. Mattheiu prided himself on retaining his instincts, and to have that threatened...
"You won't, darling," he murmurs, "you're very strong. If you need to do it, do it, you can't hurt me."
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Date: 2017-12-15 11:15 pm (UTC)From:"You won't, darling," he murmurs, "you're very strong. If you need to do it, do it, you can't hurt me."