[France rests his cheek against Envy's head, breathing out shakily. There's a part of him that feels almost human, a bitter kind of awareness of the parts of him that are missing here, that he's disconnected from his usual existence. There's another part that is determined to hold onto Envy and take what he can from this moment, in this moment where he does exist.]
[He presses himself against Envy as close as he can, shuddering.]
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[He presses himself against Envy as close as he can, shuddering.]
I can never trust this place.