Luneshale Pass libertad en cadenas

Thiago’s eyes blaze with a mix of frustration and desperation as he hears Beau’s offer. The suggestion of food seems almost absurd to him, a stark contrast to the intense need gnawing at his insides. His hands clench into fists, knuckles white as he fights to maintain control over his emotions.

He takes a shaky breath, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. ¡No! ¡No es suficiente! Necesito… necesito a Juárez. Esto no es nada. Esto no ayuda. His words come out in a jumbled rush, a mixture of anger and pleading. He’s pushing against the confines of his own desperation, his mind racing as he tries to hold onto the last threads of his composure.

Thiago’s body trembles, a combination of withdrawal, exhaustion, and frustration. He turns away from Beau, pacing in short, erratic steps as he tries to fight against the overwhelming need for the "green" and the gnawing realization that he’s far from where he needs to be. His frustration boils over, his usual passivity giving way to sharp, desperate manipulation. His voice hisses through clenched teeth.

¡No eres de ayuda! Sal de aquí, tonto. He tries to push Beau away. His body shakes with the intensity of his emotions, the cravings making him more volatile than usual. The unspoken command is clear: he wants Beau out of his way so he can focus on his search for anything that might alleviate his suffering.