[ Stop. Please. The phrase definitely registers, even in his drug-addled mind, but with that arm laced about him now, the instinctive jerk on his end is somewhat pointless. He could probably move away with enough effort, but he's dizzy, and Lelouch is right there, and...
No. Stop.
Setsuna's fists close in on themselves and he forces his face away, to the side, shoulders squaring. He's still close and he can't move or rather he doesn't want to, but no more touching. No more touching. He swears he won't sink this low. ]
I didn't realize this would— [ words, sentences, he can do this ] I'm sorry, Lelouch.
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No. Stop.
Setsuna's fists close in on themselves and he forces his face away, to the side, shoulders squaring. He's still close and he can't move or rather he doesn't want to, but no more touching. No more touching. He swears he won't sink this low. ]
I didn't realize this would— [ words, sentences, he can do this ] I'm sorry, Lelouch.