Moonspear i don't wanna go home

Kyber couldn't do anything but accept the terms. He was furious that he had even lost control, let alone let it take him this far. It would have been better if he was dead. It definitely would have been better if he were dead. Nothing could have even prepared him for such suicidal thoughts, but instinct ruined morals because...who wanted to be dead?

The year old nodded, too fearful that opening his mouth would result in an immediate dethroatitation. Handsome as he was, mere looks wouldn't get the chimera out of of this one. He fubbernucked himself too hard. He felt his chest tighten a bit, and something vile began crawling up his throat. Forcefully he sawllowed it down, held it at bay before that thing, that damned brother of his, was the reason he couldn't scuttle away fromthe own mess he made. These two were dead serious on murdering him, and he couldn't just outright say 'I'm sorry, it wasn't me, it was my brother,' now could he? Most didn't wasnt anything to do with him.
He was a monster.

Kyber looked where his angle could allow him, once again nodding between the both of them.