[ Black feels familiar, comfortable in a way that surprises him and more than that, feels that he doesn't deserve. Haggar's influence has faded bit by bit, with time, distance, and the loss of his arm, but the directive still scratches at the inside of his head like it's trying to claw its way out. He can't let it, can't let her, but knows that he can't fight her forever.
Digging his teeth into the inside of his cheek, Shiro (if he even has the right to call himself that, and isn't that funny) tries not to look at Keith, not wanting the overwhelming press of Haggar to sweep over him. Through gritted teeth: ]
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Digging his teeth into the inside of his cheek, Shiro (if he even has the right to call himself that, and isn't that funny) tries not to look at Keith, not wanting the overwhelming press of Haggar to sweep over him. Through gritted teeth: ]
Shut up.
[ It's for his own protection. ]