[Tavros froze and his mouth went dry. The last few words of Dave's rap were like a physical punch in the gut and what followed was a kind of sinking, heavy sadness that creeped over him and made his limbs- the ones he could feel- heavy. His wand fell from his hand and clattered to the floor where it rolled away.]
Oh...
[It was quiet, but it was the single most dejected sound Tavros had made in a long time. Dave's words had essentially reached in and stabbed one of the only optimistic, happy things Tavros had. And then rubbed salt into it. And lit it on sick fire. The words made him feel stupid and just maybe just a bit (or a lot) worthless. Dave was right...he wasn't Peter Pan. He never would be.
Tavros's arms fell down to the sides of his wheelchair and he gripped the wheels. He didn't murmur a single word as he turned and wheeled slowly out of the great hall. He didn't even cry.
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Oh...
[It was quiet, but it was the single most dejected sound Tavros had made in a long time. Dave's words had essentially reached in and stabbed one of the only optimistic, happy things Tavros had. And then rubbed salt into it. And lit it on sick fire. The words made him feel stupid and just maybe just a bit (or a lot) worthless. Dave was right...he wasn't Peter Pan. He never would be.
Tavros's arms fell down to the sides of his wheelchair and he gripped the wheels. He didn't murmur a single word as he turned and wheeled slowly out of the great hall. He didn't even cry.
Not until he was sure he was absolutely alone.]