Send “It’s not your fault” for my muse to have a complete mental breakdown in front of yours
Nathanaël stared at the other. He couldn't— he couldn’t stop his body from shaking as his eyes darted every where but the others face. He couldn’t look at him— he just got scared— he got worried… He was.. He was afraid.
«It is m-my fault!» he growled out as his voice then broke back into a whimper, his body wasn’t… His mind wasn’t working the way he wanted it to. He didn’t…he didn’t know what to do.
«Y-you could’ve been a-a lot less hurt! I-I just made it all worse! I can’t do anything, a-admit it! I’m useless— I don’t… I don’t serve as anything to anyone!» he blurted out, his mind both being able to filter any words he thought of.