there's a pit in his stomach and throat, fear causing nausea to push bile up his gut and into his esophagus. wybie doesn't want to be scared. he doesn't want to run and hide and pretend that the people he cares about aren't in danger. legs shake a bit as he faces off with the other mother, hands twisting and turning as he fidgets, trying to calm himself in the maw of a monster. 'i - i'm not af - fraid of you!' he lies, trying desparately to be brave. 'i'm not afraid of you, a - and i'm... i'm going to make sure you don't hurt anyone else! especially not coraline!' @prefrcntal.











