Glancing down at the toes of his boots, Tim took a deep breath and went to rip off the band-aid.
"I did," he said. "It wasn't intentional. I went down planning to see if anything happened if I offered the gate some blood. It was just supposed to be a little bit but once I started; there was this sense of approval and encouragement that I couldn't ignore."
Taking a deep breath he looked up, discreetly positioning himself so that his back was towards a wall and all three of them were in his line of sight.
"I kept cut deeper and eventually went for the arteries in my arm. It felt like I could never give enough."
He looked towards Athena and if anything he appeared apologetic. "It wasn't one of my better ideas," he acknowledged. "I regret that it happened."
cw: Self-harm, graphic depiction of cutting and blood, death
"I did," he said. "It wasn't intentional. I went down planning to see if anything happened if I offered the gate some blood. It was just supposed to be a little bit but once I started; there was this sense of approval and encouragement that I couldn't ignore."
Taking a deep breath he looked up, discreetly positioning himself so that his back was towards a wall and all three of them were in his line of sight.
"I kept cut deeper and eventually went for the arteries in my arm. It felt like I could never give enough."
He looked towards Athena and if anything he appeared apologetic. "It wasn't one of my better ideas," he acknowledged. "I regret that it happened."