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ۓ He could hear the Anti-DT sloshing within its glass tomb- even while it was in the pocket dimension. He couldn’t handle it anymore. For months now, it haunted him with the idea that he would be free. Any time, any place, with no hassle. It was painful to constantly re-assure himself that doing it now was a bad idea, but he couldn’t shake it.
With a shaky hand, he reached out into the air and willed the vial back to existence within his grasp. He would die here- with nobody by his side. Just as he lived, he will cease to be in the same way. The cork slipped easily out of the vial’s rim, where it was then discarded off to the side. Having done its job of keeping the Anti-DT well within its intended space, it was no longer needed. He had to hold the vial with both hands to prevent the contents from spilling out- he was shaking so badly. How come that after all of these long years of being around, not having to fear anything, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the very feeling he was used to not worrying over?