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Ok, here's how I'd set up an actual BNHA Elder Scrolls crossover in case I ever get around to write it:

1) While he's, like, 4 years old in his living room watching TV, Izuku's Quirk activates. It will not get an actual official name but we can call it Planeswalker Spark ala MTG. Basically kid can tear a hole through reality and launch himself into a different plane of existence, which is what Izuku accidentally does here.

2) It's a slow process tho, which gives Inko plenty of time to rush in from where she was to tackle her son away from the sudden green glow brightly shining around him, a impulse decision based on her Instinct to protect him at all costs, which only ends up with both of them getting sent to Skyrim.

3) Izuku incidentally also happens to be a Shezzarine. His quirk is a mutation from her mom's side, whose Quirks usually affect space in some way, and is completely unrelated to this. Anyway, he and Inko are on the cart to Helgen now, usual shit, The plot of Modded Skyrim takes places, with Inko taking on the brunt of the adventure and trying to shelter Dragonborn Izuku from his destiny.

4) After many trials and tribulations, 2 DLCs, 4 guilds, 1 Dragon War, several adopted orphans as well as so many quest mods it's unreal, Lucien Flavius and several members of the College of Winterhold manages to reverse engineer Izuku's quirk, and gives him an enchanted ring to better control it. Kid can now safely use it without risking ending up somewhere completely different from his planned location. Izuku is now 14 years old. He also had to do terrible things no matter how much his mother tried to shelter him and take the brunt of the war crimes. This leads to PTSD obviously, but also to a now blue and orange morality system, chief among them his general disregard with killing or not killing someone.

5) Getting back to 10 years prior, Izuku's Quirk causes a ripple in the Tachion Field surrounding earth, which is felt on I-Island. David Shield spends the remaining 10 years monitoring and trying to better understand the phenomena, since it could be revolutionary in the till then hypothetical field of time and space travel. When Izuku activates his quirk back 10 years later, I-Island has by then built a teleportation device, hijacking Izuku's trip and sending him to I-Island.

6) Meanwhile on a familiar junkyard, Hatsume Mei's scrappy device built via salvaged parts, spit and lots of duct tape comes to life on her back, individuating a sudden tear in the now constantly decaying Tachion Field. It's happening in the middle of the ocean tho, so she can't really deal with it now.

7) Anyway, David Shield needs Izuku at hand for his Quirk, but Izuku and his mom came back to Japan trying to live a double life since by then most of their friends and family are in Tamriel. Except, both of them have been declared dead for years, and Hisashi, the bitch, ran away with the insurance money, so they don't have a life to return to. David Shield can't let them get back to Tamriel tho, again, he needs Izuku on planet for his new research, bit also realizes that if he actually wants to leave he can't really stop him, except Izuku, you know, still wants to become a hero, just like his mom is in Skyrim. So they reach a compromise, he will try to get into UA, and will take a new identity as Mikumo Akatani, usual excuses to have Izuku get into 1-A you know?

8) Izuku can't really make his Quirk public tho. So, after forging his and his mother identities as a foreign dignitary from the states and her son, and his Quirk is listed as "Cataclysm" (The last perk in the destruction skill tree for a Fire (and Earth) mage in the Ordinator Mod). He is after all a member of the college of Winterhold, trained under the Great and Powerful Destruction Magician Uncle J'Zargo the Magnificent himself, of course he knows plenty of spells. However, he can't really explain all of them as one Quirk, or better yet, he can, it would just get really complicated, so he just goes "My mom can move things with her mind, my... Father, ugh, can blow fire from his mouth, obviously my Quirk is being able to control flames with my mind, usually from my hands but some times also via vocalisation."

9) Which means Izuku has to really contain what shit he can do. It's a very superman like situation, since he needs to remain in control at all times and also not slip up and pull spells he couldn't explain as his "fire" quirk, least people start asking questions. Some people however notice.

10) Tsuyu and Todoroki start an unofficial conspiracy theorist fan club over it.

Tsuyu was there with him at the USJ, where in his sudden hyperfocused competence over the crisis situation made her realize A) This is not the first time this boy has almost died in his life and B) Back in the water at the USJ, she could swear she saw his hands shining as some strange light washed over him, and she could swear he could swim as fast as her back then, and for such long periods of time she could swear he could breath underwater. That makes it really suspicious.

Todoroki sees another kid with a powerful fire quirk but also the signs of a hard life and who seems to not like his father, and instantly goes "Oh... same hat." So his conspiracy is that Izuku is actually Endeavour Bastard Son he had after a premarital affair during a visit to the states 14 years prior, and he has a corkboard to prove it. He also realizes that he's trying to contain his power just like he is, which makes him believe he too must have done a pledge just like him.

11) Shinso beats Bakugou on the first match of the tournament. Doesn't really matter to the overall crossover I just wanted to point this out.

12) Anyway, this explodes during the Sports Festival. It's Todoroki Vs Midoriya, and 1) everyone is comparing the two due to similar Quirks, which Izuku finds really unfair to both of them, 2) Todoroki is being a stubborn ass with his quirk and 3) Izuku can't really talk now l, can't he? That would make him an hypocrite, and he might be a Mage, an Honorary member of the Explorer Guild, a Dragonborn and also a Bard College Student for some reason, but he's not a hypocrite, so he just up and SNAPS because hey, maybe Todoroki will actually unleash his full potential if someone else does it first too.

13) So, Izuku Midoriya, on national television, starts blasting. Armour Spells, Ice Spells, Lightning Spells, Mind Spells, Water, Wind, Air, Poison, turns himself invisible, summons a Dremora Champion, shouts with the power of the souls of the Dragons his mother slew, Todoroki actually has to start using his fire but is mostly out of sheer survival now ("There is always a bigger fish out there, and one day you deciding not to use your full power just because of a stupid pledge will get someone killed. Trust me, I know. You better start realizing that now Todoroki"), and is still a close match because Izukus spells all start from his hands or mouth after all, and Todoroki has now something to prove more than ever.

14) Without his robes on tho, Izuku Magicka is depleted in the end, ending up in a tie as the two collapse from exhaustion. Rather than an arm wrestling match this time, Izuku is disqualified due to the sudden mutation of his Quirk. He's fine with it and probably expected it, bit this still bums Todoroki out, as well as all of his classmates and friends.

15) After the Festival there are 4 leading theories on Izuku now:

A) All Might, discovering via Tsukuachi that Izuku's identity is fake, as well that he looks a bit like a missing case kid from 10 years ago, AND knowing that AFO is back due to the USJ... Believes Izuku is a mole, and is working, willingly or unwillingly, for AFO after he was implanted with all those Quirks. He is now incredibly suspicious of him, and it kind of shows. Nighteye is on the same page despite not having talked to the man in years, and is subtly trying to have Mirio scout out the kid to see if he's a threat. Mirio is too much of a Golden Retriever to even realize what has been asked of him tho, and just think Nighteye wants him to befriend another kid with a promising Quirk.

B) Todoroki now knows the truth. Izuku is Monoma's long lost twin brother. His Quirk allows him to copy the Quirks of those around him (Iron Skin and Stone Skin would be Tetsu Tetsu and Kirishima Quirks after all, Invisibility is Hakagure, Fire and Ice are either his or Bakugou's, Lightning is Kirishima, and Tsuyu mentioned how he could swim and breath underwater while near her, meaning he was using her Quirk). He has connected the dots.

C) AFO still remembers his brother's lover, the stories she came up with, the long periods of times she was gone, only to return with a haunted look in her eyes... The powers she hid from him, thinking he wouldn't notice, the way she fled right after his brother lay lifeless on the ground, almost disappearing into thin air with his broken body... The family his brother hid so well from him, as if they were in another world all together... They never told him, but he knew, he knew she had some sort of Quirk, one that had been then inherited by this new Mikumo Akatani, so similar to HIM yet so different, back from the other world in revenge for his ancestor.

He has to capture that kid. He's family after all, and his quirk belongs to him, it's his by right as his brother's keeper. And with it, he will be able to extend his reach to worlds beyond his own.

D) the official version, the one David Shield puts out, is that Izuku's Quirk evolved unexpectedly due to the new environment he was in, mentioning it as a precursor of Quirk Singularity.

E) The only one who actually got it is Hatsume. She can tell Izuku is the source of the Tachion Spikes and subsequent decays as he "returns home" in Skyrim when leaving school, so she perfectly understands that he's a powerful warlock from across dimension who had come here with the power of science and unholy magic to infiltrate society posing as a hero. Obviously, she's going to help him do it becoming his evil vizier and grand artificer of course. Worst case scenario, she can now market the shit out of him as a hero using her babies, best one, he succeeds and she gets to rule Australia out of their "Deal." I say "Deal" because Izuku isn't even sure he got half of what she was saying, but she seems nice and if Skyrim taught him anything is that you should treasure everyone willing to be your friend, so they hang out together, scheming and plotting without even realising it.

Tsuyu however pretty much got the gist of what Hatsume was saying (it was a crowded lunch break after all) and while she does know Izuku doesn't seem the type of the interdimensional conqueror, she still decides to call dibs on North America in exchange of becoming his Grand Admiral.

And Who knows, maybe he'll end up starting an actual line of Dragonborn Emperors there too.

Anyway that's the rough draft.

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Everybody x Reader - Part One (Angst Warning)

Everybody knew what would happen. Everybody knew it would come. Of course, the end would come. The end is inevitable, but they never thought that it would come this fast. The end of the exchange program was here, and it was time for everyone to go home. Here are some background (inner) thoughts and feelings.

Lucifer:

It feels like a dream. The poor guy can't get a break. He feels like it's his duty to... subtly... hold everybody together. Top all of that off with the fact he's overworking himself to keep his mind off of you. Bad situation. His sleep schedule has once more declined, to a point that is even worse than it was before you left. He constantly sees, hears, and relates everything to you. He has always been hyper-vigilant of everything and everybody in the house. It made him feel like he could be in control and protect everybody, and you were no exception to the rules (well, you almost always were but he digresses). "(Y/N)... no... come back. I'm so sorry for everything. Please come back. You're the only one who I can truly love and trust. My pride is nothing when you're around. You are my walking pride, my love. Please come back... come home."

Mammon:

He's absolutely stopped in his tracks. He can't even comprehend that you're gone, and when he finally does it's not pretty. Lots and lots of tears. The house is going to be barren of kleenexes for a while. He goes out almost every day and gambles away what little he does have, but he doesn't care. It's something to do outside of the torture of the House of Lamentations. He also has a habit of getting himself drunk, and subsequently getting himself yelled at by Lucifer. His only comeback was that he couldn't handle the loss, and surprisingly Lucifer put a blanket around his shoulder and gently told him to go and sober up. "Nonononononononono! Stay! There's no need for you to go home! Isn't this your home too? Don'tcha wanna stay? We had so much fun! We can continue to have fun! Just... p-please... don't a-abandon me like everyone e-else."

Leviathan:

Levi's first reaction is to lock himself in his room and go into full denial. Eventually, he lets the cold exterior melt off and his true colors became fully transparent. Much like his brothers, he submerges himself in his activities: video games, comic cons updates, and other otaku-related things. He doesn't leave his room for days on end, and when he does it's only for food and water. He's jealous of every human who even gets to see your beautiful face in the human realm, but his biggest regret is never going out and doing anything with you. Even his precious Ruri-chan can't do anything to ease his heartache. "I-I don't c-care. Y-You're just a n-normie. It d-doesn't m-matter. I have p-plenty of friends o-online. I-I don't n-need y-you. I-I... need you. Please! Please! C-Come h-home! I-I still don't k-know so m-much about you. I-I should have been l-less selfish. I should have t-tried to g-get to know y-you b-better."

Satan:

(Goes into his bedroom and throws a major tantrum.) Basically, this man just lost his anger translator and when that happens... bad things happen. Once more Lucifer finds himself on the receiving end of pranks, but not normal pranks. His pranks become harsher, his anger showing through them. He has also raided the bookstore more times than Beel raided the kitchen fridge in the past year. Which is definitely an impressive feat in and of itself. You'll find that his precious book pages are covered in teardrop stains. You taught him to love, to be truly calm, and so much more. Please, bring back the anger translator for everybody's sake. "Come back, please? You're the eye of the hurricane. The calm. Please... come back. Please? We can do anything you want. Anything! I'll never deny you another walk. We can go wherever you want! Just please, come back."

Asmodeus:

Sad. Break. Up. Songs. So what if the boy didn't break up with her, the same general gist. Girl leaves boy, boy can't see girl, and ta-da it feels like a breakup has occurred. The boy doesn't party. He doesn't do his skin routine (which absolutely no one can tell), and he acts like he is an insomniac (fully evident in his overly sassy behavior). Basically, not like the Asmodeus, everybody knows. He wishes you would come back so he would have his spa, manicure, and pedicure buddy back. "(Y/N) you made me feel beautiful, inside and out. Come back. I promise I'll always tell you how beautiful you are. You are the most gorgeous being alive, even more than myself. Please... come back... I'll treat you like a princess. I p-promise."

Beelzebub:

Poor baby boy isn't hungry. He doesn't eat, except when forced. His workout routines skyrocket from an hour and a half to over three hours. If he's not working out then he's either crying, laying with Belphie to feel some semblance of peace, or at sports practice. Most of all, he misses your sweetness. You always could work out any situation, and even better you kept the peace and happiness of the house alive. "Please (Y/N), come home. Come back to your family. We... I need you. We can hang out just like the good old days. Get food, snuggle with Belphie, fall asleep watching movies, and more. Whatever you want, just name it. Just... come home to us, to me."

Belphie:

He honestly wonders if he kills everybody up there that you know if you'll come back to them. Just a thought. (Might want to text Beel a thank you for saving your family's lives.) He is very annoyed and confrontational about everything and everybody, except Beel. He wants to sleep to escape, but then he dreams about you. Then he wants to stay awake, but he's just so tired and things, places, and certain things constantly remind him of you. Basically, he is losing his precious sleep cause of you, but he isn't annoyed at you. He's just lonesome for you. "Mmmm... Oh, it was just a dream. (Y/N) isn't really here. Please come back. You would scold me for being so harsh, heh. Please come back... starlight."

Diavolo:

Big man = big heart. Almost chose to permanently kidnap you, but decided against it. He knew you were terribly homesick for your own family and friends, and just your world overall, so he let you go. After watching the brothers tearfully leave the meeting room of RAD, he too went home. He ordered Barbatos to leave him be and went into his room. He cries. He never got to tell you how much he cares for you, seeing as the brothers were always around, but now it was by far his greatest regret. He cries so much that he has puked before, and he very guiltily had to ask Barbatos for help with everything. He is a wreck. "Thank you for joining my adventure. I wish I had had the courage to ask you to join me on another. Maybe someday our paths will cross once more, but till then I will spend every waking moment thinking and dreaming of holding you close to me."

Barbatos:

This man is calm on the outside. Internally he is dying. He misses his son. He misses Luke with his whole being, and he misses you with his whole being. Barbatos will be in the kitchen and start talking as if you and Luke were present. He misses the gentle way you talk, or the way your head would pop in no matter what he was doing and ask if he needed help. He can't help but give in to the sadness that he already knew was coming. He tried so hard to prevail through it, but even he isn't indestructible. He dives into cleaning, making the meals, and helping the struggling Young Lord. He asks for more and more tasks, and more and more tasks are granted. He works constantly. On the occasion that he does get some rest, he is so tired that he blacks out and doesn't even dream. Those can only go so far though, and he constantly wakes up with a sense of barely getting any sleep. "Someday. Someday I'll see you again. Till then I will anxiously prepare for your next stay. Please come back soon."

Simeon:

Upon returning to the Celestial Realm, the poor angel was quite conflicted. Part of him deeply missed his original home, but part of him misses his exchange home. More specifically, a certain exchange student. He wishes he could see you once more, and the ache in his heart greatly attests as such. How he wishes to wrap you up in his arms. You would always tell him how great his hugs were, and now he misses the contact and loving warmth that you always radiated and gave. "Be safe (Y/N), for I cannot protect you while we are so greatly separated. Regardless as such, I will keep an eye on you and pray for your safety and well-being. I look forward to the day that I get to hug you close once more, my dear."

Luke:

Luke. Misses. The. Devildom. Phew! There he admitted it. He yearns to be in the kitchen with Barbatos, running through Purgatory Hall, and Beel taste testing his food (even if he ate it all). He, however, would never admit to such out loud, but he has a suspicion that Simeon can relate to how he is currently feeling. He wishes he could have taken you to see the Celestial Realm, but he knew that that is forbidden. Luke is constantly baking, that way he has something to do. Something to distract him from everybody that he is missing. Sometimes he'll start to talk as if you or Barbatos were in the room before remembering that you weren't there. That you were back in the Human Realm, and Barbatos the Devildom, both of which are very far away from him. "(Y/N)! Oh, heh, right. Not here Luke. Don't be stupid. Wait! Don't you worry (Y/N)! I'll practice till my baking is so good that nothing will be better in your eyes! Just wait! You'll love it when you try it!"

Solomon:

Man isn't really that sad. Magic, check. Your address, check. What is there to be sad about? He does miss being so close to Asmodeus and is peeved that he missed his chance at Lucifer's pact, but other than that he is perfectly fine being back in the Human Realm. Ok, so, he maybe misses Simeon and the Chihuahua a little bit, but it wasn't permanent and he was fully aware of that when he signed on. "Hey (Y/N)! I'm outside your door! Let's hang out for a bit! I'll make you some dinner! (Y/N)! What was that scream? Oh, a bee by my ear, I see. Takeout? Sure, save us both the trouble." (You screamed at the thought of his cooking. There never was a bee, to begin with.)

Someday... the thought that keeps them all going. Someday, they'll see you again.

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BY THE THEW OF MY CONFIDENCE, I AM YOUR JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER. / OVCRZEALOT​.

              ❝ w-will ??? ❞

✝          he sounds so perplexed. perhaps HOPEFUL. it must be an accident,            he reckons, as blue eyes flit from the knife to the man who holds it. a            little mishap, to be sure,  for there’s no reason that will graham would            feel compelled to pin his hand to the table. harlan had been making            idle commentary, they’d gotten  distracted,  his hand slipped; that had            to be the case. funny how an accident  can seem so deliberate it goes            clean through the palm.  he’s  stuck  in  the wood and the pain blooms            with the blood, vivid  red  s e e p i n g  between  his fingers. they were            having such a nice  conversation before this — the hobbs girl, angels,            idle remarks on how little abigail looks near the piper’s mark   ( it’s a            joke, a jab, some comment  on  her innocent face that sounded much            creepier than he’d meant ) .  what happened?

           he could feel pinpricks of tears welling in his eyes, but he stifled them.            men don’t cry, and harlan coy does not want to seem less of a man in            front of anybody. especially  not  the  person who fucking stabbed him.            instead, he lets out a pathetic,  breathy laugh, disbelief still burning its            flame behind his eyes. this has to be an accident.  will’s a devil, as all            men are, but he is one of the harmless ones. and the angels wouldn’t            let him be hurt on purpose, certainly; this was a lesson in forgiveness,            a reminder that there were no friends for god’s favorite disciple. all of            his lessons must be made in blood.

              ❝ hebrews 13:6. ❞

           of course he calls on god. his free hand coils around the hilt, and he’s            already gritting his teeth with dread. this will cause more damage, of            course it will. but harlan will not be PINNED to a table, waiting for his            help to come to his senses and lend a hand  ( no pun intended ) .  the            piper is ghostly white,  sickened and agonized by his own blood, and            yet he  moves  with  purpose.  there  is  no such thing  as  a  painless            lesson, and he has lived his whole life with weeping wounds.

                    ❝ so that we may  b o l d l y  say, the lord is my                         h-hel — the lord is my helper,  and  i  will  not                         fear  what  man  shall  d-do  unto …   unto  me. ❞

           a man easily mistaken for a mouse yanks the blade from his hand as            easily as if it were barely buried. blood pours anew, ruins his sleeve,            and he fumbles to slow the bleeding. blue eyes flit to will, oblivious to            danger, and he stammers as  the  adrenaline ebbs away into AGONY.            the knife clatters to the floor, discarded.

               ❝ take me to a fuckin’ hospital. ❞

as babel and bedlam unravels in the heightened space between them, will does not react, he does not speak: he finds his home in the clamor of erraticism. and does not grant harlan’s sudden pain, nor the imposition of it, second thought, eyes drifting to one side as he waits for the impending calm to settle. again and again the images of angels, virtuous and vivid, float through his fancies. their angels: their shared delusion. his own name is just another added garble to the ramblings of this madman before him and his fingers flex with a patient exhilaration. 

he believes him, he believes that with god praised, this adversary will become a martyr to his own cause and will feels what he feels just the same. he feels the empty space in his hand screaming and feels the tremulous and admittedly obnoxious cry of laughter serrate the roof of his own mouth. he is both biased to this scene of self-inflicted horror and uninvolved, both a participant and an observer. yet of course there is an aspect of this that unsettles him, the holy, unspoken truth. is it his right to punish or is it simply his want?  yes, he knows his answer. 

     ‘ you. ’  it was you, all this time.  ‘ you hoisted yourself up in the basement of my attention like one of your blessed angels, ’  brow heaves, jaw displaces in bitter uncaring.  ‘ and you hung yourself before me  —  now you face my scrutiny. how long do you think i have known? ’  rhetorically set and impassioned by his own betrayal, his idol has all but asphyxiated the trust and implore for friendship harlan had wormed naïvely into while simultaneously proving it was well-founded. these words are so cutting yet so comforting and they support the foundation at his feet:  his ignorant need to be understood by will graham. 

legs uncross and he leans forward, a prayer between his hands as he increases the intimacy and rapidity of their fall.  ‘ let me make one thing perfectly clear. to me, your work is as beautiful and purposeful as it is blasphemous. and unworthy. i will let you bleed to death and deny you your deliverance. ‘  the true tragedy of his existence will be it’s fruitlessness, this much the man can promise in select words and this much he will rain down beneath the wrath of his knowing if the other is not to cooperate and quite frankly, shut the fuck up. one look, is all it takes. 

how much succor is offered in the simple silence of seeing him, all along. despite attack, there is great relief than being told you are not alone and no greater relief still, in believing such a hackneyed, prosaic lie. through the musings and splendor will suffered an epiphany  —  what sets him apart from the good guys and the bad guys is that he allowed it continue. as he allows this to continue, orison parting so that fingers may curl around the blade’s handle. he does not twist his intentions, he has no taste for sadism and finds no useful outcome in torture. will is not an enabler but an opportunist and succumbs to actualized prediction of the events he boards as an outsider. 

the knife is removed and with it a timer is set. watching: it drops from his palm, greased with a red heat and thudding sardonically by the table. will does herein offer him the opportunity to kill him or to ask for help. both accepted by the provider with an an impartial curiosity. on the other hand, with a man reeling and in shock, there is naturally inherent worry for his life, the primal need for self-preservation will encourage defense and therefore a much more rooted reason to arrest this son of a bitch. he has too, the need to help him. it wouldn’t do to give him the easy out. but both are trumped by the following lie,  ‘ i have jack crawford on speed dial. ’ 

rather, a lie within a lie. he does. but he does not intend to act upon such a blatantly flimsy threat as indicated by his tone. and he is all too aware of the undesired effect confessing his first choice in audience is hannibal will be on how harlan is viewing this situation currently. this, though, isn’t what he chooses to let the other know in lieu of ascertaining something far more self-serving. he knows the why and the how, and he is no longer interested in former “the tied piper” nor how his desires haunted and possessed him. 

                                                unmasked, he is nothing but another man.

the pain he inflicts is met by the leniency he allows, standing with eased confidence to prowl around the side of the other’s chair.

he turns and presses the backs of his thighs against the hard jut of polished wood, looming over a poor, shaking man. it says plenty about his conscience and equally, his readiness, that he pulls from a trouser pocket a handkerchief when he otherwise wouldn’t carry one. it’s in the act itself, of folding the material over a forefinger and pressing it to harlan’s weeping palm that he feels that expected wave of compassion and misplaced guilt. believes it would suit him better to abort it like some unwanted mass of cells. stifling bloody tears will do that, will reflect the pity and humanity in an otherwise open vessel.

he sinks into silence again, head tilted as if he is concentrating far too much on such a simple task. he has doted over this killer far too much, made him feel far too special when he is otherwise just like all who have stood in line before him. to will, there is nothing truly spectacular about what he has done, and in the name of the pious, less so. but the mouth of his hand ia engulfing the hot flare of harlan’s wrist and pinning it with gentleness, and to himself, subtle threat, down. 

a sibilant hush befalls the pucker of lips which echoes a similar shudder, brows knit nude to an affinity he wishes he could detach from and pretends ‘he’ feels all too well. 

acknowledging this juvenile search in harlan for a parental guidance in will’s mind through the sharing of his beliefs, and subsequent anticipation for acceptance in them, allows will to sedate him long enough to envision the snapping of his neck, the sound it would make, or possibly reaching down and behind himself to where the knife now lays, transpiercing the bottom of his mouth through his chin. 

     that awful noise like ripping leather is the tear of skin and the gush of blood from the facial artery crashing as angry as waves against the rocky resistance of his knees. 

in these moments of active thought is where he finds himself and fosters a meaning dependent on the alternating between the caging and freeing of another’s mind.