[there's absolutely no resistance when Robin pulls him in, passively letting the breath be pressed out of his chest like Robin has his arms wrapped around something lifeless. Left alone in his own head again, it's like his thoughts are being squeezed in around him too.
Argued into a corner where all he has is hatred for himself.
And it seeps out, the pain of it just silently gushing all over while Robin hugs him.
He can't do anything, he can't fight it, when he feels like simply continuing to exist without paying for his failures would be doing everything that has ever mattered to him an unforgivable disservice.]
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Argued into a corner where all he has is hatred for himself.
And it seeps out, the pain of it just silently gushing all over while Robin hugs him.
He can't do anything, he can't fight it, when he feels like simply continuing to exist without paying for his failures would be doing everything that has ever mattered to him an unforgivable disservice.]