"This is a bad idea..."
"I-I don't want to hurt you...."
"Do you not care?! Don't say things like that...I could kill you, or worse!!"
Mozart's drastic change in tone scared Vivaldi. He realized it too, and a flash of regret hit his chest.
"...I-I know...." Vivaldi breathed. He stood.
"I know. It's ok."
Vivaldi looked distantly at the scene before him -- a friend, distraught, with wrists in tight shackles.
He slightly hated his own attitude to this, acting almost detached and seemingly apathetic to Mozart. But he wasn't detached. Nor apathetic.
He was worried, horrified.
It's not because of what Mozart could turn into. It was worse than that.
They both knew.
The physical and mental agony that Mozart had to go through was the real horror...Vivaldi didn't want to think about it, anxious of knowing it was going to happen tonight.
But he knew that the moment he expressed these types of emotions, the rest would keep crashing down, crumbling his heart, and perhaps even shattering Mozart's.
Just like a spiral down to an endless hell.
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