[it's wordless, the way thoughts start gravitating toward and clinging to that picture that Robin is painting in his head. It's automatic; he's not thinking about what he must be conveying back. Robin sends pain and punishment, digs in to tangibly show him the barest example... and he gets overwhelming relief in return.
The thought of real agony--enough to really be enough to pay for his transgressions--sends this tentative thrill through him.
For the first time in ages, he has hope.
...He needs this. It's the only way out. As much as he'd wanted out of this endless pit he's sinking in, wanted an answer for an unsolvable problem, he wants this. More than anything.
Nerves scream in his shoulder, and already the knot in his soul begins to loosen.]
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The thought of real agony--enough to really be enough to pay for his transgressions--sends this tentative thrill through him.
For the first time in ages, he has hope.
...He needs this. It's the only way out. As much as he'd wanted out of this endless pit he's sinking in, wanted an answer for an unsolvable problem, he wants this. More than anything.
Nerves scream in his shoulder, and already the knot in his soul begins to loosen.]