[There’s no way out of this, is there? He wouldn’t do that. Basil knows he didn’t do it. But no one else will believe it. No one else will look at red hands and let him go.
[Kel shouldn’t be holding him. Stroking him. Crying his name.
[Something sharp stabs Basil, and his own hand is no longer gentle. He grips Kel’s shoulder. He can’t make himself look down.]
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[There’s no way out of this, is there? He wouldn’t do that. Basil knows he didn’t do it. But no one else will believe it. No one else will look at red hands and let him go.
[Kel shouldn’t be holding him. Stroking him. Crying his name.
[Something sharp stabs Basil, and his own hand is no longer gentle. He grips Kel’s shoulder. He can’t make himself look down.]
You need to go.