Damian's hands tightened on Darius's wrists, his entire body tensing.
'But... I...'
His mental voice came out small and desperate.
'Is there... just... just a little bit more... please?'
The thought formed fractured and pleading, carrying everything he couldn't say aloud.
The Mask remained silent for three heartbeats, weighing something Damian couldn't see.
Then its voice returned, gentler than before but still carrying edges.
"Alright."
A pause, weighted with warning.
"But say your goodbyes before it's too late, kid."
The presence shifted, becoming almost protective.
"I will take you away the moment someone is about to come."
Relief flooded through Damian for one heartbeat before reality crashed back down.
His gaze found his father's face, taking in every detail like trying to memorize something he'd never see again.
The crimson hair falling across his forehead.
