( that's funny. felix scoffs, soft, and tightens his hand into a fist, touching his curled knuckles to his mouth. )
I died on Reach. Twenty-seven. She has my tags.
( the only remaining evidence that her son actually existed, aside from old photographs and vids. anything she didn't burn or destroy in a fit of mania when he left her alone to fend for herself on tribute.
ortez's name came later, years down the line. it feels like a curse now, a promise broken. more than once he's taken a knife to his ring finger in the suffocating dark of his apartment in the down and drunkenly considered flaying the skin to the bone. or cutting it off entirely. )
cw self-harm mention
I died on Reach. Twenty-seven. She has my tags.
( the only remaining evidence that her son actually existed, aside from old photographs and vids. anything she didn't burn or destroy in a fit of mania when he left her alone to fend for herself on tribute.
ortez's name came later, years down the line. it feels like a curse now, a promise broken. more than once he's taken a knife to his ring finger in the suffocating dark of his apartment in the down and drunkenly considered flaying the skin to the bone. or cutting it off entirely. )
I don't know how to stop this.
( whatever this is. all of it. )