Broken Boulder i just want to be better than your head's only medicine

want to wrap up? <3

Zamael refuses, and his own resistance crumbles. He can't argue — maybe he wouldn't anyway, but it's getting hard to tell. He's so tired. The words stop making sense to him after a few moments, then his own thoughts — and what is Zamael talking about?
He tries to ask, but he's not really sure how at this point. Instead he curls up, stomach suddenly aching fiercely. He's shivering slightly, and everything in him is begging him to move, to do something, anything — but some part of him is still aware enough to connect his outbursts with his brother's misery, and the fear of it wins.