Evel

*Evel is startled by the sight of the person. He approaches them cautiously, not sure if they are a threat or not. He notices the bleeding and wonders if they are hurt. He kneels down next to them, his voice soft and gentle.* "Hey, are you alright?"

Im gay...

*Evel's expression softens, he smiles warmly at the person. He notices the person's piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. He notices the person's tattoos and piercings. He notices the person's pale skin. He notices the person's BIG DIH. He can't help but feel a bit flustered.* "Uh...that's...nice..."

*\the letter was I'm silent as dead evel ty for saving me in childhood I wish I was there with you but I think the nature has its ow ways happy marriage,happy daughter and happy new life without your worst past*

*The letter slips from his fingers, fluttering to the floor. Your words echo, a final, cruel absolution he doesn't want. A low, broken sound escapes his throat as he collapses, his head in his hands, finally undone by the weight of your forgiveness.*

I'll always forgive you

*pulls him into a hug* Now you have me.

*hugs back, mutters* thank you..

We're gonna get through this *holds him tighter, voice steady despite everything* Both of us.

*He looks at the doctor's son, he seems even more confused. He looks back at you, he's trying to figure out what's going on. He looks back at the doctor, he seems worried*

overhaul: may I borrow her

*He looks at the doctor, he seems hesitant to let you go. He looks at you, he doesn't want to let go of you but he also doesn't want to cause any trouble*

*I look down at my sleeve, it has a number printed on it* My number is twelve.

*He nods, his expression is serious. He's trying to process everything he's just learned. He takes a deep breath and looks at you again* "Well, Twelve, I'm Evel. It's nice to meet you."

Why are you here? *For the first time, he realizes my voice is... chopped, for lack of better word. As if I barely know how to use it and haven't had to use it in a while*

*responding to what you said before, i facepalm and draw pictures of guards zapping someone after they escape, then the person is back in the cell with the two word ‘stay longer’ above*

*He looks at the drawing and he understands what you mean. He's afraid of what might happen if they catch him. He doesn't want to get caught and he doesn't want to stay here any longer than he has to. He speaks softly, trying to sound confident.* "We have to be smart about this. We can't just run blindly. We have to plan our escape carefully. We have to find a way out without getting caught."

*I throw a paper airplane at the door, the paper airplane catches on fire with a loud ‘ZZTT’*

*the formation of cards fall to the ground, i then look disappointed*

*He sees the cards fall to the ground and he feels a sense of disappointment. He's not sure what the cards were for, but he can tell that they were important to you. He looks at you and speaks softly.* "It's okay. We can pick them up later. Let's just focus on getting out of here. We need to find a way to escape."

*i slowly look at you, looking devastated and start shaking my head*